“She only knows what it is to be herself,” they kept repeating to each other. The rest was about them and what they thought a brain and a baby ought to be able to do. When the neurologist, in that first-ever meeting, had said gently that maybe the baby would one day be able to count to three, she almost turned the table over on her, because who needed to count to three? Look what counting to three had gotten us. I’m warning you.
Lockwood, No One is Talking About This