I come from the dull British weather and hot Sunday dinners,
from comfy pajama days curled up with Adam Sandler.
I come from scary thoughts and fights outside, from arguments
everyday and no smiles. I come from being in a foster home
but still call my old house home. I come from a world
with judging people, different people and similar people.
I come from a family with love, from broken bones to broken hearts.
I come from being a baby with laugher, joy and wonder,
from waking up to six important people in my life, to then only one.
I come from a world without voices except the one inside my head.
I come from my childhood being amazing to the start of my teens
being a disaster. I come from a family that loved me.
I come from a place I call home.
Written by Elicia, age 14, as part of Youth Word Up 2017