From his mother's memories

"Sam, I've just gone through the old wardrobe," the aging mother told her youngest son. "Look what I found!" The beautiful lady held out a white baby suit that seemed very well preserved. "It used to be yours," she told him with a big smile and two bright shining eyes. "29 years ago." The son looked at the little white baby suit in wonder. Had he really been so small that he could wear anything so tiny, so delicate? Holding the little piece of textile that was part of his mother's memories, not his, he said to himself: "This little suit some day will be the legacy of my unborn son, Adam."