My family’s history is the key to my love for photography. From portraits of my Japanese American relative’s living through World War 2 internment camps, to my Filipino American relative’s portraits in the 30s, and even my father’s cardboard boxes filled with his family photographs, photography has clearly showed me more than words could ever describe. My father has always had cameras and boxes filled with photographs. I still remember the first time my parents showed me this magical cardboard box seeing memories of times way before I was born. I’m sure many of you may share a very similar memory. Being able to see so many moments through my father’s photography has come to mean so much more than I could imagine.