Fourteen years have passed since I last saw my homeland, the place that witnessed my parents growing up, as well as the generations that preceded me. I was 7 years old when I left Havana, bringing with me memories of things that now seem like a lifetime ago. Those memories continue to live on in the form of family photographs that my parents brought from Cuba. With this project I spent countless hours scanning each photograph individually. I ordered copies of the photographs at a 1-hour photo service at a pharmacy, like we would have done when we first moved to the states. Cutting out shapes and embroidering the photographs I am deconstructing and reconstructing the memory of a place I am no longer inhabiting, removing pieces of those memories. Memories which I cannot differentiate if they come from my mind or from these photographs. Then using colorful thread, I fill in those spaces and attach the circles back to the photograph to allow the memory to hold its ground. The patterns made by the embroidering create a visual map of memories. It was important to enlist the help of my family as well. My father helped me create a wooden box, this box holds photographs of my parents before my sisters and I were born. My mother embroidered the border of small baby blanket, something she would have done for my sisters and I at the time of our birth. Finally, my sisters helped in the process of embroidering the photographs. This will be an on-going project that will culminate when I return to Cuba and photograph the people and places that we left behind, but for now these memories will continue to live in my heart.