My dear Dixtan celebrated his 27th birthday confined in detention, a place that has held him captive for four and a half long years.
I've witnessed my son navigate his 20s within those walls, unable to embrace life to its fullest and missing out on the milestones that should be a part of his youthful journey.
We managed to share a moment of celebration as he cut his birthday cake with a friend within the confines of detention.
However, it breaks my heart that he reached out to me, his only family, questioning when he might taste the flavours of Tamil cuisine outside those prison walls.
As his mother, my heart aches as I witness my son facing the challenges of growing older without the warmth of family around him.
The worry intensifies, fearing that the government may not understand the crucial need for a mother's presence in his life.
The anxiety deepens at the thought of deportation, forcing him back to a place that took his father's life and subjected me to unimaginable pain.
This heartfelt plea for Dixtan is a desperate cry for help, urging for the release of all refugees and the preservation of family bonds.
Let our voices unite in advocating for the reunification of families, ensuring that individuals like my son can find solace and security beyond the confines of detention.