What Zara's World Looked Like
Zara loved water. She could spend an entire afternoon at the edge of a small plastic tub, watching it, placing things carefully in and out, observing what floated and what sank. She also loved her grandmother's voice reading to her, the way a certain CD of piano music made her settle, and the exact texture of one particular blanket.
She had a full and active inner life. What she did not have — yet — was a reliable way into the shared life of a group of children her age.




