
The Story Behind Bloom Parcel
, 1 min reading time

, 1 min reading time
I didn’t create this shop because I was fearless.
I created it even while I was afraid — afraid of losing money, afraid no one would buy, afraid of failing in public.
All I wanted was to share the flowers I loved with the world.
When I doubted myself, my boyfriend didn’t.
He looked at me and said, “I’ll always support you.”
I told him, “What if no one buys?”
He smiled and said, “Then I’ll be the first customer.”
A seed is different from a gift you open once and forget.
It asks for time, care, and patience — and gives something back slowly.
A seed is a promise: not instant joy, but growing hope.
Parcel means a package. Bloom means it will become something.
So what I send out isn’t a flower — it’s the future flower.
Not a result, but a beginning.
Planting, watering, waiting, blooming — this whole process is the real gift.
It teaches something gentle: good things take time, and patience is never wasted.
When the first order came in, I stayed calm —
but my boyfriend was cheering beside me like it was a miracle.
Maybe it was.
Every seed I send carries a small wish.
I imagine the moment you open it, the day it sprouts, the day it flowers.
And I hope, in that quiet moment, you feel the same warmth I felt when I began.
Because someone believed in me, I dared to start.
And now, I will keep sending out little parcels of hope —
one seed, one story, one bloom at a time.