Twelve years without summer
In response to the theme of ‘the diverse bonds of family’, I wish create a photo essay which tells the story of my own family. As a Chinese immigrate, I am acutely aware of the diverse stories surrounding those like myself, who embarks on a journey with many uncertainties, all in the hopes of a better life. On the way, there are many sacrifices, in my own case, perhaps the greatest sacrifice that my family had to endure was separation from my father. Like many immigrant families, finding a source of income when moving to a new country is difficult. Twelve years ago, when my mother first made the decision to move, my father decided not to leave his job in china. This way he could support us from half a world away.
For the next twelve years, I lived with my mother in the southern hemisphere, away from my dad. For twelve Christmases I have flew from the summer of Oceania back to see my dad, which in china is in deep winter. I have gone twelve years without seeing a single summer yet I am glad, for it would be far worse to go twelve years without seeing my dad.