
The prompt for this photo was to tell the story of aging. This is my mother, who had me when she was farther along in life, and I am always afraid of her leaving. When I see signs of her aging, I get so scared. This is her hair, her youth dwindling.

The prompt for this photo was to tell the story of aging. This is my mother, who had me when she was farther along in life, and I am always afraid of her leaving. When I see signs of her aging, I get so scared. This is her hair, her youth dwindling.