Under the one-child policy, many women repeatedly aborted their pregnancies until they conceived a male heir. Families like mine were disrupted… but nobody talks about it. This project started with modest aspirations: to throw into the open the questions and tensions that had built up during my childhood. What actually happened when the doctor gave my sister the lethal injection—how did she survive? How has her past affected her childhood, adulthood, and now her own motherhood? How much resentment remains? Is there any possibility of us even talking about it? Why does my elder sister take abortion so lightly? This history has been a sensitive topic about which nobody has expressed themselves openly. It is a deathly quiet: a tense truce. My family is not alone: in that era there were millions of families like mine: helpless and desensitized parents, abandoned lives. I’d like to document women like my mother and sisters and reflect on our notions of life and existence.