Ending the project felt strange. For four months, they were a constant in my life. Alternating between slaving away in a design studio and meeting with this family. I would show up and Raheim would be there waiting with a soccer ball. Rayquan proudly showed me how he kept his brand new white sneakers clean. Raysha would instantly go for my camera, exposing a stream of selfies that I would only discover afterwards. It all felt comfortable. When the project was eventually scheduled to wrap up, we had a small celebration where we printed out all my photos and went through them with the family. I gave these photos to Rasheeda with a poem that I've always attributed to my own mother.