This piece is a tribute to a mother’s miscarriage. I was asked to explore my greatest fear in my RISD precollege design class. The sentence on the mother’s belly was the final statement she made in the night. While walking towards the hospital doors, she was so frail that it was difficult for her to walk, hence I used tracing paper to convey her frailty. After the incident, the mother was completely desolate; she felt depressed and every day she would lie on her bed in a fetal position, cradling the absent child in her womb. To further convey her sense of loss and hurt, I made her hands particularly bruised, her favourite shade of nail polish turning from a passionate red to the revolting colour of coagulated blood.