By weeping, we will water

"Weep, my mother, for by weeping we will water the dry land where our roots were planted."

This verse is the heart of this series. In it, my mother and I collect tears: from the flowers in our garden and from our own faces. It is a visual diary about the passage of time, mutual care, and the delicate symbiosis between nature and the bonds that define us. By watering the world with our feelings, we learn from it how to flourish. This is our dialogue, a gesture that unites the fragility of life, the beauty of loss, and the immense strength of caring.