By Sister Grace Dorothy Lim MM

Early one morning, I received a call. ‘Sister, please, help us with the Immigration.’ Someone had received notice of voluntary deportation. At 8 o’clock I drove to their house. It was a one-room structure, an extension of a bigger house.

One phone call

The caller was waiting for me. The house was dark but I got in to make sure we had all the documents needed for the Immigration Office. The room had only one small bulb, maybe 20 watts. While my eyes adjusted to the darkness, I heard a soft cry. I asked who was sleeping this late. The mother said, ‘The children are all sick with fever and colds.’ This was flu season. I asked if they’d gone to the doctor. She said they had no medical insurance, so she only gave them Tylenol. I told her to get all three children dressed to go with me to the doctor. The woman was, of course, more concerned over Immigration than the illness of the children.