"Somewhere along the way, I lost my sense of happiness, as if I'd set it down on a crowded table and walked off, forgetting to pick it back up. I forgot the gentle warmth of sunlight on my skin, forgot how music used to spark something bright inside me, forgot the simple thrill of wanting anything at all."
This book is a collection of letters, paired with the paintings I created in honor of my mother, fragments of memory, childhood, marriage, exile, identity, and survival, woven together through longing and loss.
Simple words that don't try to impress or sound clever, but speak the only way I know, as a daughter reaching for her mother, searching for peace after struggle.