Alex Walker: So, you know my story. Now tell me yours.
Kazima Tako: I had a home. I had a family in Somalia. But my brother Amir and my father were attacked, and so we had to leave. We ran day and night, and when they wouldn't stop following us, Amir and my father led them in another direction so me and my mum could escape. My mum and I ended up in a refugee camp. We thought we were safe. But my mum drank contaminated water... became ill... and died. When I made it to this country, people thought I was lucky. Family is everything. We are all part of a family somehow. We've all been pushed into this world. Being cared for, had our hands held, been fed, been loved. Family, no matter what shape, size or colour, is the only thing that matters. Everyone in this house is wanting and waiting for their families to return, for their blood to be together again. And for those who haven't got blood to return to, they hope, they dream, they wish for a new family. Another family. A forever family. Family doesn't have to be blood - some of the best families are found and put together. So while we wait and we hope and we dream... we make a new family here. These people are my family. And they are everything. I have a family, and I have a home, but I also have blood out there. My blood family... my life. It's all I ever wanted, to be reunited with Amir and my father. To have them back at my side.