My parents came to this country with almost nothing—no safety net, no guarantees, just hope. They gave everything they had so that my family and I could have a life they were never offered. They worked endlessly, sacrificed quietly, and put their dreams aside so we could build ours. For 25 years, they built a life here in the United States. They didn’t just live here—they contributed, they paid their dues, they became part of this community. Their home, their work, their friendships, their memories were all here. And then, suddenly, all of that was taken away from us.

When my parents were forced to return to Mexico, it wasn’t just a change of location. It was a separation of a family. It was the ripping away of the people who raised us, protected us, and shaped who we are today. Our hearts were broken in a way that words can barely describe. The beginning of 2026 was especially hard. Holidays—times meant for togetherness—became reminders of absence. Empty seats at the table. Voices we missed hearing. Traditions that felt incomplete. No one should have to celebrate milestones without their parents, and no parents should have to live apart from their children after giving so much of themselves.

Everyone who knew my parents knows that they are hard-working. They are supportive. They encourage so many people in this world. Bringing my parents back is not just about opportunity—it is about fairness, dignity, and humanity. It is about allowing them to finally experience the stability and opportunities they never had because they spent their lives giving instead of taking. They deserve to grow older surrounded by their family, not separated from it. They deserve peace after decades of sacrifice. This is about restoring what was unjustly taken—not just from my parents, but from our entire family. Families belong together. Love, hard work, and sacrifice should never be erased by borders.