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What is your immigration status?

All you do is sleep.

You know why I sleep.

Well, I worry about you. What do you want me to do?

You don't have to worry about me.

I'm always going to worry. And after what happened?

God protect us.

No one knows when it'll be our last day.

You can't always live in fear, mom.

What's all this?

For the vigil later.

Everyone's chipping in.

Where's dad?

I don't know...

Working?

Did you see them last night, too?

Immigration?

No. We saw a van and police.

We weren't going to get involved and find out.

Didn't Cami say it was them?

If one day my luck runs out and I get kicked out,

I'll just turn around and come back.

You say that as if it's so easy.

I know it's not easy.

You don't know anything, Mael.

You were eight when we crossed.

If you would've paid attention in school...

...instead of running around getting in trouble,

you at least could've been a Dreamer like Camila, but no.

You don't listen...

...and instead run around with the boss's daughter.

So she told you.

As if I were stupid, Mael.

What is that girl going to do?

I don't know.

Is she going to wait for you to get deported? Marry you so you're not taken?

I don't know.

And the boss? And that mother of hers? What?

They'll just let that happen? Mom! I don't know! I don't know!

I don't know.

She hasn't even answered my calls.

I have so much shit in my head, in my heart. What do I do?

What am I going to do?

You tell me.

I don't know, son.

The only thing I can tell you...

...is that you have to focus on what you do know.

And the rest?

Take it step by step.

Luisa, promise me that the milk this morning...

...will be packaged and refrigerated correctly, ok?

Son, give me a hand over here.

Hey, Lampara. Take care of this white boy.

I'll be back soon, ok?

No rush.

Luke was special.

A great worker.

A good boss.

A good man.

None of of us have the words to explain life's tragedies.

We only know that tragedies happen.

And we learn to live with them.

Tragedies don't make sense. They don't have reason.

God gives us the gift.

To grow.

To survive.

To remember.

God gives life.

So we can continue to give life to his memory.

We pass on those memories.

One by one.

Let's take a moment of silence and pray.

We're not going to talk about it here.

I'm part of this family.

We're not going to talk about it here.

I have the right. We're not going to talk about it here.

I have the right. Not here, not now.

I have the right.

The right to what, huh?

What do you want to discuss?

What do you mean what?

Start thinking with this head, not the head that's below.

You're crossing the line.

And who's this guy?

This is the...

...the kid.

But dad look...

Then when?

Fuck it!

Who could it be, mom?

Who knows...