"I am here to listen to her in her world in her way."
"However, despite the incredible joy he brings us, the last thought that still haunts us before we close our eyes at night is "what will become of Suj once we're gone?" We have no idea how to get rid of that nightmare."
"It all boils down to the death of a dream. The dream of that perfect child you were expecting. I may never fully recover from that "death,"."
"Rage. That is what I felt when my daughter was born with half her head deformed, including the entire right hemisphere of her brain. Seething rage."
"The relentless teasing at school continued, however, and he became so unhappy that he confessed to wanting to die. A counselor advised me that an eight year old was unlikely to act on suicidal thoughts- a fact that barely consoled me."
"How does he know, I wonder, that I'm not intentionally putting him through all this? How is it that someone so small can know that I, the mom and caretaker, hurt as much from his pain as he does?"
"And in my head...I recall the words of Pablo Picasso: "Everything is a miracle. It is a miracle that one does not dissolve in one's bath like a lump of sugar"."