This picture makes me think of my family in Iraq. I have five sisters and two brothers and a father and mother, old now.

My father is quiet and mother is quiet too. At home is quiet too. All my sisters’ and brothers’ children came to the house, and my mother says it’s okay.

The boots and bag make one think of older people with glasses, very serious.

I see houses and a tree and a flat. And the child is looking at me into the window. The boy is very tired – he doesn’t have family – he is angry or upset. He is telling me help! He is from Africa. He has a metal from family, mum or dad.