An empty chair connotes a man's absence. The clothes on the chair belong to my father. This was a common sight when my father was home, but I always thought he was absent because of his schizophrenia. Aug. 24, 2012.

This is a portrait of my father. Aug. 16, 2012.

My grandmother works extremely hard for her children. I took a photo of her when she was taking a nap. I think she looks the most beautiful when she's asleep because that's the only time she is at peace. Aug. 16, 2012.

This is my aunt's hand. I never quite liked her in the past, but I notice her beautiful and tiny hands. Aug. 16, 2012.

My aunt meddles with her things behind the door. Sept. 7, 2012.

My grandmother takes a nap. Aug. 16, 2012.

A hanger. Aug. 18, 2012.

My father sleeps. I only knew how much I love him after I took this photograph of him. Aug. 16, 2012.

My grandmother takes a nap. Aug. 16, 2012.

My aunt spends most of her time sleeping at home. She does not leave the house. Here, she does not look alive. Aug. 16, 2012.

My second uncle holds a confrontational glare, showing the kind of relationship we have. Aug. 26, 2012.

My grandmother finishes eating her dinner alone. Sept. 7, 2012.

I often photograph my home and family. As I walked past the kitchen, I snapped this photo of my uncle. We were once close, but something terrible happened and we drifted apart. Aug. 16, 2012.

My third uncle was stricken with polio when he was kid. It left him with very skinny and weak legs, pictured here. Aug. 16, 2012.

Clothes hang in a room. Aug. 30, 2012.

My grandmother sits after scolding the family. She was helpless. Sept. 7, 2012.