My sister recently left for Afghanistan on her second tour abroad and while looking through some old drawings I found this piece that I did right before my sister left for her first tour. I was still in college.. and it was done from a photograph that I took of her and my mom on our old living room couch. My mom was crying. I thought it would have made me sad to see it again, but it was a different feeling all together. I'm proud of where I come from and the strength of my family to weather such extreme change and uncertainty.
