I lost my mother to breast cancer when I was 15 years old. I saw her fight the disease for almost a decade. I watched cancer take pieces of my mom away from me until there was nothing left. I've never had the chance to navigate through all the feelings I've had, you could say I was not ready. It has now been almost 15 years later and I feel that I've lost her identity as my mother. Her life has slipped through my memory and now I find healing through the reclamation of her memories. through photos and her personal objects I am "Finding Ana Rosa". This process allows me to have my mother again, this time as an understanding adult.