In 2023, I started noticing fleeting reflections of my mother in mirrors—catching glimpses of her in the lines forming on my neck or the shifting contours of my face. Then came a moment of startling clarity: the realization that, no matter how independent or grown I feel, I’m still someone’s daughter.

It had been years since I’d seen her. We talked on the phone occasionally, but she felt distant—more like a memory than a presence in my life. Yet, I couldn’t ignore this quiet pull to go visit her, an urge I couldn’t fully explain.

“Glimpses of My Mother” is an ongoing project. It’s about revisiting difficult childhood memories while trying to understand my mother as a person beyond her role as a parent. It’s a journey into the spaces between memory, identity, and connection—an attempt to make sense of who she is and who I’ve become.

Glimpses of my Mother

In 2023, I started noticing fleeting reflections of my mother in mirrors—catching glimpses of her in the lines forming on my neck or the shifting contours of my face. Then came a moment of startling clarity: the realization that, no matter how independent or grown I feel, I’m still someone’s daughter.

It had been years since I’d seen her. We talked on the phone occasionally, but she felt distant—more like a memory than a presence in my life. Yet, I couldn’t ignore this quiet pull to go visit her, an urge I couldn’t fully explain.

“Glimpses of My Mother” is an ongoing project. It’s about revisiting difficult childhood memories while trying to understand my mother as a person beyond her role as a parent. It’s a journey into the spaces between memory, identity, and connection—an attempt to make sense of who she is and who I’ve become.

Glimpses of my Mother