I used to work in compliance for a government agency a few years back and let me tell you, the bureaucratic machinery can be as indifferent as it is myopic. The case of Barbados-born Lucinda, detailed in 'Smallie by Eden McKenzie-Goddard,' hits particularly hard because I've seen this exact thing happen. The Home Office threatens to deport her, a woman who's spent decades in Britain, simply because they can't adequately 'document' her time here. It baffles me how easily the system can turn a blind eye to human stories. When I was at the department, we saw cases that weren't just lines on a paper but people's entire lives at stake. The Windrush scandal is a testament to a broken system more focused on paperwork than people. Lucinda's family is tasked with the Herculean job of proving her life in a country she's called home for years. The dissonance between lived experience and official documentation is both evident and tragic. I remember a time when we were instructed to reassess files predicated on 'hostile environment' policies. The logic was simple but flawed: bolster the numbers, make the politicians happy. But those numbers? They don't reflect realities, they deconstruct them into digestible data devoid of empathy. Lucinda's ordeal makes it all too clear. The system disregards the emotional and historical bonds forged over years. How many more like Lucinda exist? Who decides what's 'valid' proof of existence anyway? We've outsourced compassion for efficiency and it's a scandalous oversight that begs the question: Can a system purport to serve its people when it's this disconnected from their lives?