When I was a child my parents got divorced. I recently came across 20 rolls of undeveloped film in a box at my mother's house. My mother never processed the film do to the fact she was worried she would destroy the images if my father was in them. I started to organize the archive. The photographs seemed to produce a mirage of a life I had never seen before. I started to expand on the archive. Producing new photographs that can live with the archive. I have discovered unknown memories from my childhood. By reflecting on the memories. I produced a visual narrative that collided the past and present.