It made my blood boil to see Stevie. Aged three he no language apart from his screaming, zero social skills and no idea of love and affection.
I had said to his parents they needed to get some help with his development. They thought he was just slow and would soon catch up to his peers. But I kept thinking of him in ten years, when he may well be out of control, unable to cope, possibly in trouble with the law.
Meanwhile he sat in the corner, rocking to himself and the clock on the wall ticked another minute.