Don't deport my Dad!
In May of 2012 my dad was detained by police. After not returning home one night he called from a strange number to apologize -- my heart dropped. I held back tears, tried to control my trembling hands and begin to call for help. Every ringing tone worried me a little bit more as I waited for attorneys to answer. I was desperate to keep my family together. Occasionally I’d glimpse at my 7 year old sister still sound asleep, unaware. My dad would be detained for a full month after being processed by Immigration and Customs Enforcement. In the following weeks I walked from attorney to attorney, visited the court, called family, church, my dad’s friends, paid bills, took the kids to practices, and picked them up from school, the sun never seemed to set. I can only imagine how my mom felt and my two little sisters, who asked for dad every day as they woke up and every night as they fell asleep. Eventually my dad was released while we fight his deportation. Words will never be able to describe a month of separation and I cannot begin to imagine even one year away from dad. I need him, my mom needs him and -- most of all -- my younger sisters need him. Please stand with my family by signing to stop my dad’s deportation.