family

In this photograph, my mother stands by the open refrigerator, retrieving food she prepared especially for us. After a year apart, my daughter and I have finally come to visit her, and this reunion fills the home with a special warmth. For my mother, feeding us is much more than simply offering food; it’s her way of expressing maternal love, embracing us without words, and making up for all that was missed during our time apart.

The image captures the generational tradition where the youth evolve into tenders of the land in honor of their ancestral roots. The innocence ephemeral, it ripens into the weight of duty.