Growing Up In A Refugee Camp

Behavior Change I grew up in a refugee camp call Dadaab refugee camp. Dadaab is northeastern Kenya. Dadaab refugee camp is the largest refugee camp in the world. The refugee camp has no tarmac road, no railway road and even there is no traffic sign. The house of the refugee camp is made of sticks, clay soil and plastic. When I was 7 years old, I was always the one who volunteered to do any work with in my family, that I can do it. I live a large family that consist my father, my mother, my 5 siblings and my 2 anti. My father is tall, black and slim man. His age is 52. My mother is middle size woman, age 47. She is a beautiful mother, with straight black hair. Her baby face made her to shine. My father took me to a primary school (middle

I weak up my grandmother house. Birds chirping, squirrels running around and kids screaming and laughing as they are playing under the sun. I stepped out of the house into a beautiful shade of a green tree and his sides are natural flowers. My father, his 3 siblings, my grandmother and I seat under the tree. He said to me you will stay here for this month and help you grandmother. When school opens I will be with you here. My father went back to the other family in the refugee camp. He did show up for almost 3month. I use carried a lot, but my 2 uncle they never make any respond about it. There is no food that I can eat, my grandmother always told me to drink milk. I use said to her milk can’t be a food. I become skinny and week, because no food to eat. I don’t sleep during time, because I use think a

I went closely to my grandmother, I kiss her and I told her I will come any holy that I get time. My mother is waiting outside the house. She carried, when she sows me, how I am skinny and weak. I run toward her. I kiss her and she kisses me. I told her not to Carrie, because I am strong, I will be going back to visit my grandmother during my holy days. She was happy the way I have changed through physical, mentally and behavior. The next morning my father took me to the school. Whenever I went do something bad I will remember the advice of my grandmother and the hard life of the rural area. I become good students, who always help his family, respect his teachers and performing good grade in the school. Schools close I use visit my grandmother. All the people ask questions about my father, where he took me. Rural area is kind of rehabilitation