You never know where talent's buried. Talent in children is raw and waiting to bust out. Just needs the right amount of love, support, knowledge, and encouragement. Most of all, parents ought to be supportive of their expressions. Scrap that. Parents should just be supportive. Doesn't mean they should be spoiled silly. I'm sure each one of you reading this knows someone who has, along with his/her partner, pretty much turned them into slappable brats. Walk into any Starbucks in a residential area and you will notice in full display, and with no shame whatsover, the misguided love parents bestow their children with. It's okay to admit you don't know how to raise a child. It's not okay to treat kids like a customized mini versions of yourself.Anyway. The point I'm making is: so much of life's pleasures granted us appear in dreams and wish lists in other parts of the world. We take running water and electricity for granted! Imagine living without running water for a week. I'm sure you can't because you don't want to. Because you don't have to. Yes 'Baby Einstein' is not making your kids smart (surprise). Newsflash: Your kids are/will be dumb because of you. If you're stupid, then you'll have a smaller version of yourself growing up, probably a little less stupid since they won't find much to learn from you and look elsewhere. There's a 50/50 chance they'll look at the wrong places. Now you didn't need to be stupid or ignorant. You were smart and a talented 2-year old child. You had it in you. Your parents fucked it up for you bu the time you hit 10. It's okay to blame them. All they had to do was be there for you when you needed them. Sitting next to your kid at the dinner table doesn't count as being there.
Let's get back to talent and how they're crushed. Every single one of us is born with talent. Talent for many things. The stupider the parents are, the quicker they kill off each talent. Kid draws a cat a certain way? You let her. Don't tell her to draw it right by inking between the lines of a dotted out drawing book. By doing that you're telling her..."follow the rules, stay inside the box, that's the way things are." Kid hates your music collection? Don't sit him down and tell him why he should like Dylan more than System of a Down. Imagine your father doing that to you when you brought home Led Zeppelin and he went, "The real music, son, was written by a fellow named Gershwin." I bet you'd want to kick him in the balls. (Don't judge! I'm not denying mom's don't listen to Dylan)
Now explain to me how these group of kids, as you're about to see in the film, managed to be born in the worst part of society and turn into such lovely flowers. Sounds a little fruity, I know, but as you'll see the children are not simply kids with cameras. Photographs capture moments, yes. But to these kids it meant holding on to the beauty as they see it and looking ahead with hope. Unfortunately life always has other plans.