In the summertime of 2014, I joined a bunch of journalists in an organized go to to a Border Patrol warehouse in Nogales, Arizona. My daughter had simply turned 5 the day earlier than. As I walked out the door, I keep in mind utilizing my fingers to easy out the wrinkles on her college uniform as tenderly as if I have been waking her up from sleep. I keep in mind writing my day by day notice to her in our shared language-Eu te amo-with an additional dose of guilt; leaving her in her father’s care was at all times protected and handy, however by no means straightforward.