It's Not That Our Family

Nonfiction Narratives Are Really Powerful And Valid In Themselves. But One Thing That You Don't Get Sometimes From The More Clinical Or Academic Books Or Nonfiction Books Is That You Don't Get To Hear The Person's Voice; You Don't Get Them As Individuals. You Get A Few Quotes And You Hear Them As Sort Of A Case Study: Numbers, Examples, Anecdotes, Maybe A Paragraph Here, And That's About It.

Some Of These Kids Just Don't Plain Know How Good They Are: How Smart And How Much They Have To Say. You Can Tell Them. You Can Shine That Light On Them, One Human Interaction At A Time.

I Think I'm Far Too Hopeful And Trusting. That's Something I Got From My Mum.

No One’s Forcing You To Do This. You Willingly Tie Yourself To These Leashes. And You Willingly Become Utterly Socially Autistic. You No Longer Pick Up On Basic Human Communication Clues. You’re At A Table With Three Humans, All Of Whom Are Looking At You And Trying To Talk To You, And You’re Staring At A Screen, Searching For Strangers In Dubai.

They Were So In Love With The World, And So Disappointed In Every Aspect Of It.