Storing keepsakes that tell stories of our life’s small or big chapters is something my family has practiced for generations. We’ve kept the pecans that fell from the large tree in my Great Grandmother’s front yard, a worn book that has been read to the binds, and a portrait of Jesus that was kissed by my mother to keep the demons away. These are all pieces of our identities that transfer from mother to daughter to sister to another. Curating a keepsake box for each of my sisters and mother was an integral part of this series because of the personal reasoning they carry. Reaching into their lives and grabbing physical pieces helped me to create a clear photograph of their life’s progression. The blurry portraits of myself, sisters and mother nod to the idea that, while we are different people, we have related identities shaped from each other and earlier generations.