"Are You My Mother?" // Photo Series
Her last flight alone, was at fifteen years old.
She carries my dreams (however heavy they seem), and I carry her smile.
Taught me that some lines bend, and others break.
Modeled that silly (bold) is far better than stagnant (silent).
She is my mother; she is my eyes, my teeth, my scars. And I will tell our story. Proudly.