When Marvin Hernandez prayed to death for a reunion with his daughter, he had to fight for his life to see her. — Knocked down, I fell hard, landing in the hallway of my past. Her drawings were here, taped to a bedroom door beside me. My chest tightened. Is this real? My four-year-old’s drawings of ponies on colored paper lined the hallway. This was my daughter’s gallery, a stable of magical creatures…