It is likely rather unfair of me to say this - of course, no family is ever perfect - but my Home Life has often been a cause for anxiety and concern.
I never knew my Father, and my Mother and Myself have had fundamental disagreements which have lead to myself becoming somewhat estranged from the family dynamic as a whole. This, regardless, has been difficult: with a family of 6 siblings, 2 suffering from ADHD, and the stress from the loudness of them and my toddler sister compounding over external factors.
A few years ago my Mother went away, and came back being converted to Islam; we had been raised Roman Catholic, and at the age I was I decided to stick to my own faith. Her attempts to convert me have often caused arguments. However, I should never fail to remember; She is still my Mother, and I still love Her as such.
One Islamic Festival is Eid, and for this I asked her if she'd like some photos to remember it by - this series, indeed, with the more pastel tones and just the nature of it being a family shoot, reminds me that I should be grateful and consider myself fortunate for the family that I have, that there are gentle comforts to be had when one has a family, and that I would do well not to forget it.
