I have a piece of memory. I am latching onto my mother’s breast sucking milk. Mother is sitting by her dresser in the bedroom. The room is dimly lit by the bedside lamp and coloring her face sepia as she looks down at me. Her smile is peaceful. I am ravenous. I suck her nipple in anticipation, and the juice flows into my mouth. So sweet. The saccharine sensation permeates my blood cells, and I am in euphoria.