The Last Rescues Part 5

My earliest memory is of my Great Aunt Sadie dying. I was 20 months old and I remember that it was the first time I'd seen my parents so sad. The next memory is of how much my baby sister used to scream and my parents lovingly say she was going to grow up to be an opera singer. I don't know how far back my son's memory goes, he can't talk about things he remembers yet, but he  is often adamant about "open Mommy shirt", taking off all of his own clothes and cuddling bare skin to bare skin on my chest. I have to wonder if he remembers that first hour when he was born and how the first thing he did in life was cuddle bare skin to bare skin with his mother.