In a cold immigration courtroom in Newark, Maria González Medina is clutching onto her 9-year-old son extra tightly. On her face, an anguished expression.
The boy whose name is Diego, and who I’ve come to know quite well in recent weeks, has cerebral palsy and no real idea what’s going on. He’s sitting on her lap, holding “Vaquita,” his beloved cow stuffie, and checking his mama’s face often for clues on how she’s feeling.
Juan, Diego’s 12-year-old brother, is so nervous he’s shaking. His sister Danna, who’s 6, sits beside them quietly, staring at her shoes…