I Am in Here

She looked into my eyes and blinked hers slowly and deliberately, like a stroke victim, to show me that although she couldn''t speak, she understood what I was saying to her. I stroked her hair softly. ''I know you''re in there, honey,'' I told her. ''We''ll get you out.''"
Despite the horror of seeing fifteen-month-old Elizabeth slip away into autism, her mother knew that her bright little girl w...