My experience growing up mixed in my immigrant, Vietnamese family is deeply liminal. It is belonging but never truly fitting in, of standing out in every family photo and every family home. It's feeling at home in spaces where the TV plays music I don't understand and I can't read anything on the walls, when I can't tell if people are arguing or just animated. Bà ngoại didn't need me to understand her to make sure I knew she loved me, that I was home, that this was our family. It is her memory that carries me back to a culture I will never truly belong in, but will always be connected to.

This piece was created as an ancestor shrine in her honor.