Introduction
The most recent time I was home, my mom, and my youngest sister Lily, and I were all sitting down together. My mom asked my sister for a hug, and she responded with a “no”, and then continued eating her lunch. My mom answered in a joking manner and told her that she may cry if she doesn’t give her a hug. Lily, in such a matter of fact way simply said, “But you always cry.”
Traveling back home to my immediate family, I found myself yearning for the closeness that was once so familiar. As my sisters grow up and the longer I’m away my photographs have proved to be a coping mechanism for my inability to participate in my family’s life at home. These photographs help me connect the fragments of what I thought I knew and the reality of our relationship between the four of us and the tensions they’re fraught with.
