His mother describes a boy who freezes at the sight of law enforcement, convinced they’ve come to take him again. His father rejects claims he tried to flee, insisting they followed every rule and were punished anyway. Even after a judge ordered their release, the threat of deportation still shadows the family. What lingers most is the quiet question hanging over their lives: how do you heal a childhood that was broken by the very system meant to uphold justice?
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