Migrant workers in New Zealand who are torn apart from their families have been waiting patiently on this Government, on Ardern's promise, for a year, but, in the last 12 months, there has been nothing. There is no plan for the next 12 months, and, while that maths teacher from the Hutt stands in front of his students this week, he will be thinking of his own two boys that he has not seen in a year. The migrant nurse who works in NICU for the Waikato DHB, who cares for our prem babies, goes home each night and cries for her two children, aged three and five—or two and four when she left. The Prime Minister regularly calls out other countries for their treatment of migrants. She cares desperately for the child of a terrorist. But, for those migrants who are here contributing in New Zealand whose children are suffering, she does and says nothing. As it turns out, kindness doesn't extend to everybody.