The Mejic family and mine have been close time out of mind. Deda and Mr. Mejic were Cetnici together in WWII and then came to America together in the Blatchford. They bought houses around the block from each other and raised their families together. Mr. and Mrs. Mejic are still in their house, and Baka and I are still in ours.
Anyway. Nicholas is the son of one of the Mejics' daughters. He was born prematurely and has health issues that require care, so he lives in a nursing facility. I found out today... er, yesterday.... that he is very unhappy there. He cries and says he wants to be home -- meaning his grandparents' house.
This cuts me to my heart. I remember how hard I fought to be here, in MY grandparents' house. And how I felt when I was torn from here. I still have nightmares about it. I got to come back. I got my happy ending. Why shouldn't Nicholas have the same?
It must cost money for him to live where he does -- couldn't that same money be spent on home nursing care so he could live here? I must find out.