Marcela had never cried

Until the day Carla came to visit her in foster care. It was a small baby, autistic, not moving, nor reacting to the light. “People told me it was no use picking her up, that she was locked in her world.” Carla took Marcela anyway. And sang to her. “When I put her back in the crib, Marcela cried.”

Paula Modersohn-Becker. Mädchenbildnis mit gespreizter Hand vor der Brust, 1905.

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