I've been trying to come up with an analogy for how people must be feeling now that the community has been so heavily disrupted. I'm wondering if this is what it feels like to be a "dreamer" and to have your family tragically and suddenly ripped apart due to deportation (banning)?

You been here since you were 5. You own a business and have paid taxes for the last 15 years. You try to buy a house and Trump ruined it for you by closing DACA. True story.