Our neighbours and the people we interacted with knew that we were refugees. My family’s memories of that period are kindness and acceptance from the locals. We were invited to birthday parties, trick or treating and my primary school teachers, in particular, ensured that my family would be given the best of welcomes into British life. One person’s kindness stands out. Mrs Smith lived in our neighbourhood and worked in the school. She used to invite us to her house where we would play in her garden. She also helped my mother with her family reunion application. It is people like her that no one hears about. Only refugees know …show more content…
There are two events that for me will always define my experience in my adopted country. The first happened when I was in year two. I was seven years old, could not speak English and was already four years behind my peers academically. To support me and to bring me up to speed, my school, Livingstone Primary School, arranged extra help for me. Every day, I would be taken out of regular classes for an hour to be given extra lessons in English and Maths. This continued for a year and I went from being the shy refugee child to a confident popular pupil who was the star of the school football