My migration story is about the map of Uganda. It comes from Uganda. It belongs to me just me. It has never belonged to someone else because it is special to me.
My migration object reminds me of my trip to Uganda and my trip back to the Netherlands. It also reminds me in the airport where it was bustling. It makes me think of Uganda and my family and friends. It is kept in my mum’s and dad’s room. I would trust my dad, mum, little brother and my sister to take care of it, when I’m gone.
This story was contributed by a pupil of The British School in The Netherlands.