My migration story begins in Ruti in Switzerland on the last day we were there. Just before we were going to come back to The Netherlands, my father took a picture on my grandparents’ big, colourful back terrace. My brother, my grandparents and I were in the picture. I still remember hugging them bye, before leaving.
Now I am back at my home in The Netherlands. When I look at that picture, I think of my Grandmother and Grandfather. It always reminds me of when I was there in Switzerland to meet my family or go skiing. Some days I dream that I am in Switzerland with all my Swiss family eating delicious food in a restaurant or at the Badi Ruti swimming pool.
In the future, I want to learn more languages. I already speak Swiss German, German, Dutch, English and High German. I will live in other countries, but I will always visit Switzerland. I will keep my picture on my bedroom wall in a bigger picture frame so I never forget them.
This story was contributed by a pupil of The British School in The Netherlands.