Traces

Migration often feels overwhelming, yet once the decision is made for the sake of one’s children, there is little choice but to continue moving forward. The traces left behind become a record of struggle - moments of uncertainty, effort, and resilience that shape the mother’s journey.
In contrast, the steady line of a child’s bicycle marks continuity and ease, a quiet reminder of adaptation, stability, and the simple joy of progression. The juxtaposition reflects how migration is experienced unevenly across generations: fraught with tension for the parent, yet carried lightly by the child.