Growing up as the youngest in a family of six, I’ve mainly known my family’s life through old photographs. Seeing these images, I felt a sadness for not sharing their same memories and losses. My parents, immigrants from El Salvador, struggled to balance their heritage with raising American children but made sure to document their lives simultaneously. While investigating these photographs repeatedly, I found my family’s connection to our culture has changed. We are now grasping onto our heritage as if it could disappear. This new archive represents our unconscious subverting of culture though a staged family archive. Symbolic garments, furniture and flowers bind our existing photographs with these counterfeits, as they try to exist on their own. Resurrecting these family events, reexamines our experience in the United States but also the effects of the loss of culture and identity as time advances.