"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.