When we began shooting this film, I had no clear idea of what the story would be. My only intention was to capture archival footage of my mother—as a kind of insurance for myself—so that I would not be left with regret in the years to come. I had once seen a video of Céline Dion, in which she could no longer sing All by Myself the way she once did, her voice altered with age. That image haunted me. Out of fear, I wanted to preserve my mother’s presence before time could change it.

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With no script or storyline in mind, I started to notice a small narrative taking shape during the shoot. By the third day of our six-day filming, I found myself writing fictional scenes to weave together with the material we had already captured. Looking at the film now, it feels almost like a docudrama—an intimate reenactment of my own coming-of-age.