I have been stuck at home for around 5 weeks now. My only escapes have been on drives, my mom fixated on limiting our exposure to the outside world. It’s easy to lose track of time, forget your focus, and lose your direction in times like this. It seems that my days are spent on Netflix, trying to do my homework, and occasionally Facetiming my friends. This new normal that we are all trying to understand and adapt to is not normal at all. People are not meant to be isolated or quarantined, and it definitely is difficult to understand or come to terms with. However, during this time, I have also reflected a bit on my relationship with my parents. It seems that the older I get the more advice I can offer my own parents, the more they listen to me, and the more we understand each other. I have known for quite a while that all I am is all my parents are, and this has always been a comfort to me.
My parents are the best people I know, and having older parents makes thinking about them in their younger years pretty hard to imagine, but all the more fun to do. I decided to go through their closets and see what I could come up with. All the clothes pictured are my parents, except my shoes and my black skinny jeans. I present to you: my parents through me.
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