In what I believe to be my first memories of life, I see myself sitting on a cot in a corner of a room. I look up to see a beautiful woman with dark auburn hair looking down at me a few steps from where I was sitting. Who is she? Was she talking to me, trying to make me understand why I'm here? Is that my mother? I don't know. She turned to her right and walked away, and I never saw her again. Was it a dream or was it real?