It's Fathers day and I'm trying to imagine my feelings as a father if I had fled my homeland to escape pervasive gang-violence and rampant corruption, bringing my daughter hundreds of miles across grueling and sometimes dangerous country-side, so I could apply for asylum and safety in a country that I knew had a policy of welcoming people in my, our, situation.
I'm trying to imagine how I would feel if, when we arrived at the border station, we were treated as criminals and my daughter was forcibly taken from me and I had no idea where she was and with whom.
Happy Fathers day.
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