I just helped my grandmother fill out these forms to transfer to another dialysis clinic in Idaho. It's just so damn depressing to see her so unhappy, knowing that she's alternating between which child will help support her next as she gets old. I just want her to stay with us and be happy and smile, and god I haven't seen her smile in a long time, and all she's doing is filling out these forms when she should be out flying a fucking kite. She wants me to grow tall and be happy and graduate college and find something in life that makes it all worthwhile. This was the woman who took care of me, and probably is the reason I have a soft spirit. I love her. I'll write for her and my grandfather. I think I do.