This project is a tribute to my parents, who gave me everything. I have nothing but love for them.
My parents are not in love anymore. I don’t remember a time when they ever were. As I grew up, their beds moved apart. First, they were side by side, later they were two meters away, and now they sleep in two different rooms. I know it’s not my fault, but my mom took my bedroom when I moved out, and it feels like I enabled her to do so.
This is not the only thing I feel guilty about. I have so many more opportunities in life and more freedom of choice than they ever had; sometimes, it makes me feel guilty. What if they had ignored all their social responsibilities and followed their dreams instead? Would they still be together? Or would they have moved apart not only emotionally but also physically? Could they have been happier?
Despite everything, my gratitude for them and their dedication to family increases as time goes by. I cannot help but appreciate the family values they stood by or the care they have provided for my brother and me all of these years. As I seek to understand them and their decisions, I find myself going deeper in my mind and finding the roots of my judgments and attitudes in my personal life.
And the more emotionally attached I am to my parents, the more I feel the need to break through this dependency, find my voice, understand what I want, why I want it, or what I don’t want.
There are generational traumas that are passed on to my parents and me, and in a way, it’s not anyone’s fault. And this is the most important thing to realize, as is this question: How can you change the things in your life that don’t serve you anymore?
Acts of care
As different as they are, I see them in an identical way, each in their own world.
Acts of care