The world around me was huge. The bars that held me in were large enough that I couldn’t get my head through. My hands would grab at the silent air, feeling for things unseen to the outside world. I cried for a bottle that awaited me from another world. My diaper was wet and I needed someone to help me. I stood up on chubby little legs, tears falling. I cried harder, and then the magic door opened. Someone I came to know and love brought forth the sweet, warm milk of life. I grabbed with plump fingers, those same fingers that played with the silent air and images that only I could see. My crying stopped and my blue eyes beheld the beauty of my savior, the one that continued to rescue me from the silent world around me. She was, of course, my mommy.