I need to see your papers. I don’t have any papers. Alright, cuff him. No! Don’t take them. Please! My hands are tied. The former ruling stands. No! Time’s up. Let’s go. No. I’m not ready to go. We gotta go. We gotta go. I love you, mi hijo. I love you. My brother’s failing school. My sister, who used to be perfect, is so angry at the world. And I don’t know how to make that better. Lucia! My little sister’s gonna need a bra. Any day now, without a mom to get her through that. And the baby — the baby has thrush, and I don’t know if it’s something I did. I’m telling you I won’t be good enough. I’m required to report those concerns to Social Services. They’re gonna split us up. Mami and Papi managed with a lot less than what we had. They figured it out. So will we. How do you know? I just do.