My grandma went to the U.K. from Carriacou in the 60s with my grandfather to build a better life; they left to have a better life for my mother. My mother was raised on the island by her grandma, but was sent for in the U.K. when she was 10 years old. When she flew into Heathrow it was January, and they’d only sent her with a cotton dress. The snow was too much for her. Her dad picked her up from the airport in his cab and brought her home to Ladbroke Grove to meet her younger sister. She had a hard life growing up, as they were kicked out of many places when Notting hill was gentrified in the 70s.
I am a part of the first generation in my family to be born here. I feel like I have all of their stories in me.