Chapter 28
My memory is vague. I am in a warm place with people who are caring and friendly.
My mother comes to visit me often. I am not awake and cannot see her. But I hear her voice when she talks to me, though I cannot hear the words that she says. It is the familiar sound that I know, that I remember from before. When we were happy together. When I was her child, and she used to bathe me and dress me. I know her by her sound. I know her by her smell. I know her by her softness. When she clasps me in her arms, and holds my head against her bosom. It is soft and comforting. She is my mother and will protect me always. Care for me. Love me. I am her child.
She washes me and feeds me. She kisses me and shaves me. She undresses me to change my pyjamas. I am unable to help myself. She is
