In quiet moments, I often find myself staring into a mirror, lost in the reflection of the little girl inside me who experienced a big loss. My heart feels confused, full of questions about life that may never be answered. My religion is both a comfort and a mystery, guiding me while challenging the beliefs I used to hold so tightly. Going from three brothers to two feels like a paradox—a new reality that both soothes and stings. Slowly, I’m finding a new normal, learning to accept my life while holding space for the past that shaped me. Through it all, I’m learning to breathe again, even when grief and peace exist side by side. My photographs are in black and white, which focuses the attention on the subject matter, allowing me to uncover a deeper meaning.