Unplugging from social media has forced me to choose my words carefully. Instead of just condemning this "zero tolerance" policy, I'd like to talk about family. Family has made me everything I am. Now that I'm about to be a father, I feel a strong connection with my family and desire to be close to them. That's why we moved to Marin. Both our families are scattered around the Bay Area. I've never strayed too far from family. I don't like how it feels. The first time I went to camp, at the age of ten, I cried the whole week. I was morose with homesickness. For most of my childhood I was homeschooled by my mom, and when I finally went to public school I was in tears for a month. On the bus to school, in between classes, in the back of class, on the bus back home. After high school, I stayed in Oakdale and went to Modesto Jr. College, because I wasn't quite ready to leave home. The day I left for UC Santa Cruz, with all my stuff crammed under the camper shell of my little Toyota pickup, I cried pretty much the whole 3 hour drive. Whether we think we have to crack down on families or even fake families coming into this country because its a way for them to cheat our system or not, families are still being torn apart. I think about those kids, who are way more brave than I'll ever be and the parents, who are going through something I hope I never have to go through. At the link in my bio are some places to donate, that I've checked out. If you know better places to donate, I'm all ears.