In a few minutes time, I hope to see my granddaughter, who was born in the Middle East, when she arrives in London. I haven't met her before.
My son was born in Cardiff and my daughter in law is Somali. They are migrants from the UK.
Only a few weeks ago I visited my daughter in Australia, where she is a migrant. My brother joined us. He lives in New Zealand, a migrant.
It's tough being so far away from them. And can be tough on them, too. Bloody migrants, eh?