Nearly 4 years ago, my family split into two parts: my mom, younger sister, and me in America, and my dad far away. I was just 16 when I arrived, missing countless opportunities with my dad. I can only imagine the pain he felt returning to an empty house after our departure. I longed for simple moments like learning to drive or celebrating milestones together, but they slipped away. University visits, birthdays, and graduations passed without him by my side. Even now, he remains distant, seen only through a screen. My heart aches witnessing others with their dads nearby, while mine is thousands of miles away due to forced conscription in the IRGC 29 years ago. The uncertainty of when we'll reunite is a constant anguish.