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My Diary

The client I thought I had lost appeared on my screen holding a baby

Dear Delyara, I am an immigration attorney. Eight years ago, I represented a young man named Luis who was deported despite everything we tried. I was newly qualified and took the loss personally. He had lived here since childhood. His mother cried in my office and asked me what lawyers were for if I could not keep her son home. I had no answer. I thought about leaving immigration work after that case. This morning, my receptionist said someone overseas had booked a consultation using Luis’s name. When the video connected, there he was, older, beard, holding a newborn daughter. He lives in Spain now. He obtained residency there, married, and wants advice about whether his mother can visit for an extended period. Before discussing anything legal, he lifted the baby toward the camera and said, “Meet Elena. She screams like my mother.” I laughed and then suddenly cried in front of a client. Luis looked surprised. I apologized. He said, “You know, I never blamed you.” I had spent eight years carrying his deportation as one of the cases that proved I had failed someone. He had apparently spent those same years becoming a husband, a father, a person whose life continued somewhere I was not there to witness. I know deportation still tore his family apart. Nothing sentimental fixes that. But seeing his baby today reminded me that sometimes lawyers remember people at the border where we lost the case, while their lives keep moving far beyond our final document.

ANONYMOUS