Before my mother left for work in the morning, I would quickly say to her a short phrase that has now become a prayer to me, “I love you. I miss you. Have a good day.”
This series of photographs presents a rich and gentle narrative of family kinship, the inevitability of aging, and the will to move forward.
My father is a handyman.
He can fix anything around the house.
He has a stern face.
A man of few words.
My mother is a hairdresser.
She cuts our family’s hair in her small salon.
She has a gentle face.
A charismatic woman.
They are my world and more.
