This is part of Artefact Motherhood - a collaboration of artists/mothers from around the world. Sharing stories of the joys and struggles of our journey. Our hopes and dreams for our children. With little nuggets of wisdom here and there. These are more than photographs with dates written on the back. These are the artefact we are leaving behind for our children and the generations to come.

We’ve been back a month now from our trip to Hong Kong - a journey to my homeland that I’ve been longing to make with my boys and connecting with family who we haven’t seen for a long time.

Hong Kong is where I was born and lived in the early years of my childhood and still regard as my other home, even though I have spent more time outside its borders than within.

From the age of ten, I would regularly travel to this special administrative region where my father had returned to work in his job in the Hong Kong government. It was during these visits that I also got to know my relations and feel a connection with them, as well as with my heritage and culture.

I had wanted the same for the two of you although the past few years with covid and quarantine restrictions had made it difficult to travel to Hong Kong. Neither of you could recall your last visit there, where you were too young to have a memory of the place or the people you met there.