After four years of empty chairs at dinner, missed birthdays, and a little girl asking every night if Baba was coming home yet — he returns home. She was smaller when they took him. Now she is tall enough to bury her face in his chest and not let go. Four years of a father’s absence measured in a child’s growth. Four years of a mother holding the family together while the world looked away. Four years of a girl learning how to wait for someone who was taken from her. Today the wait ended. Today there were tears that finally had somewhere to land. Today a Palestinian father came home. May every child still waiting get this day. May every family torn apart by occupation be made whole. Free them all.