A Home for Plamen

Their group reached the counter, and Cezi grinned. The same small, wiry man worked behind it. He took off his glasses, carefully polished them, slowly put them back on and finally asked, “How may I help you?” Pavli and Lindita looked at each other, overcome. Plamen, however, did not hesitate. He stood on his tiptoes and peered over the edge of the counter. In a clear, sweet voice he asked, “Could you please help us become a family?” .