I looked through my photo albums this morning , and came across this flower.
My father called this flower “Mei Kui”.
My wife called this flower “mui kwai”.
The english called this ‘rose’.
The French called this ‘rose’ , too, if I can still recall my elementary French, which I studied for a year after my Form 5.
The image inside our minds is the same.
If I asked my wife not to call this ‘mui kwai’, inside her mind, the image would not change a wee bit.
Maybe now I should call this “ESOR”.