When my brother and I were young, our mother would say she loved us 'bunches and bunches, as big as the sky.' This phrase stayed with me throughout my life, but it wasn't until she passed away that I truly understood its significance. Just before undergoing surgery caused by her declining health, my mother gave me a camera that she had carried with her since she was young. Despite our closeness, I never knew about this part of her life. As it turned out, her passing unveiled hidden chapters of her life—image archives that became a bridge between our lives. With her camera in hand, I began navigating a stream of consciousness around the places, people, and emotions I found myself surrounded by. Her camera became a tool for me to navigate my grief and reflect on the spiritual absence in my family following her death.

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