We went and we blocked the exit and we were waiting, praying, crying, and hoping.
This terrible process has brought realizations: We have come to understand just how profoundly my dad had dedicated his life to us and our wellbeing, and just how dependent we are on him.
I desperately looked closely to see if any of those men were my dad.
I saw them all looking out with sad faces, but my dad was not in that group.
My sister called me while I was pulling into the parking lot at work. My sister Jocelyn and I went to go see him immediately. The team started making phone calls to the city council, mayor, and other contacts to try and stop my dad’s deportation.
We all decided to go down to the detention center on Los Angeles Street and stop the bus if they tried deporting him.