Sangak Bakery
A nostalgic memory of mine is getting up early in the morning with my dad to get bread for my entire family before they wake up. A memory I’m sure many children of immigrants can resonate with, because that doesn’t really happen outside of Iran. The intentionality that exists with our morning routines in Iran is something I crave, and deeply miss. This photo speaks to a part of my heart I can’t quite put into words.
Size: 8×10
A nostalgic memory of mine is getting up early in the morning with my dad to get bread for my entire family before they wake up. A memory I’m sure many children of immigrants can resonate with, because that doesn’t really happen outside of Iran. The intentionality that exists with our morning routines in Iran is something I crave, and deeply miss. This photo speaks to a part of my heart I can’t quite put into words.
Size: 8×10
A nostalgic memory of mine is getting up early in the morning with my dad to get bread for my entire family before they wake up. A memory I’m sure many children of immigrants can resonate with, because that doesn’t really happen outside of Iran. The intentionality that exists with our morning routines in Iran is something I crave, and deeply miss. This photo speaks to a part of my heart I can’t quite put into words.
Size: 8×10