The little girl, Lia Lee, recently died. This obituary relates her story and that of Fadiman's documentation. It starts:
In 1988, when Anne Fadiman met Lia Lee, then 5, for the first time, she wrote down her impressions in four spare lines that now read like found poetry:
barefoot mother gently rocking silent child
diaper, sweater, strings around wrist
like a baby, but she’s so big
mother kisses and strokes her
If you have not read the book, please consider doing so.