I remember the day when you called me early in the morning saying that you wanted to divorce my dad. The simple, declarative nature of this caption (for the picture above) belies a whirlwind of confusion and upheaval that became Daria Klimasheva’s life soon after. She was 15 years old and the divorce unleashed something like a seasonal depression in her mother, a disease unknown to Klimasheva. “I was trying to become a mom for my mom and it felt wrong,” she writes in the introduction to the photo essay she created about the next six years as she approached adulthood. Klimasheva studied photography at Moscow State University and at the Danish Media School of Journalism. She purposely presents this story in English. “When I imagine the way I would talk about this in Russian, it causes me pain,” she says. Vulnerability, however, grew into strength as she worked. “I was raised in the family which taught me to smile when it’s hard, to hide your problems, to pretend that you’re ok when you are not. But you cannot go any further when you are full of pain and fear. Eventually you realize that the only way out is by putting some of the memories on the shelf.” Or in a poignant, elegant, breathtaking story that brings new meaning to profound love and all its demands.