Knock, knock. The door opens and a smiling young woman says ‘hello’ and welcomes you inside. Well, at least you think she does. You don’t speak her language but the lady that picked you up earlier today and brought you here by car is gesturing that you come inside. So you do, but you’re not really sure why. You come into the front room. ‘It seems weird in here’ you think to yourself. It is nothing like the home you once knew or the places you have slept at, run from or travelled through it the past year either. There’s pets. Or least they seem to be pets. Where you come from cats are feral and rarely seen in the house. You’re hungry and thirsty but you don’t know how to tell the two ladies with you. One hands the other some paperwork as you all sit in the living room together. You wonder what this document is. Am I in trouble? Am I going to be taken away again? Don’t they believe me when I say I’m 16. After some chat that you don’t understand one of the wo...