Tekla (12-year-old): Sometimes I am also an ordinary Georgian teenager who wants to have a lot of things: a phone, like other classmates - to keep up with everyone; new blouse and trousers but not this washed-out hoodie found in the bale with second-hand clothes. New clothes will also suit me well, I'm kind of cute. I would like to have my own computer - I would learn foreign languages.

But now it’s not up to that, not up to my wish list. It's even like a betrayal of my family. My mother does her best, trying to make us survive. She considers me to be her right hand. It will hurt her if I ask her for something she can't give.

But these dreams are stubborn, they still come to my mind. I imagine there is a bright light in our room - not this dim one - so that there is no need to squint. My computer is on the table. I turn it on and there is a message on the screen: "Welcome!" I turn on a Chinese or Korean lesson (I love both languages ​​so much) and listen with headphones. And then I start typing the first chapter of my book. I swear I already have something to tell you.

I imagine how I teach my brother Gabriel and how great the developing house helps him. It is beautiful, wooden, it has everything that children with autism need: watches, abacus, colors. And this house is not in the store where I come to look at it, but it is already ours! And Gaby starts talking...

I don’t know, maybe it’s better to forget these dreams and calm down? Or it was better to talk about them?