Theodros: My dad is my role model - he's a judge. He's successful and he's from another country. That's quite good - that makes me look up to him. To be successful, it needs good hard work.
Rosa: My Granny was very brave, because her mum died when she was really little and she grew up with a really horrible aunt. So one day, she ran away, because she wanted to live her own life, because her aunt was kind of like a dictator to her. So I look up to her for being so brave and it encourages me to be brave.
Skye: I look up to my mum and my cousins. One of them is training to be something, but I thought that was really good because she's only 17 and she's trying to do something with her life.
Jack: If I could put my mum, dad and my Nanna into the same person, I would look up to that person all the time. I look up to my Nanna cos she's old, she's quite chubby .
Skye: I've got a chubby granny!
Jack: . And she can't really walk, but she takes me and my cousins everywhere.
Theodros: My mum has a really strong immune system. That's kind of cool. She never gets sick, it's actually amazing!
Rosa: Yeah, me too, high five!
Jack: I look up to my little sister a wee bit as well, because she can turn sadness and anger into being excited. I remember one of her friends was going into primary school when she was in nursery. She knew what happened to me and Theodros, because he is a year older and went off to primary school and I was really left on my own, so I was worried that was going to happen to her. But then she just turned it into being so excited `cos it was one year away until she could go to school and could see me in the playground.
Rosa: My mum does a lot of good things. She's a high school teacher. She doesn't do it any more, but she used to teach here. It felt strange being taught by your mum.
Jack: I get taught by my dad a lot. He doesn't actually ring a bell and go, "Right, sit here and I'll teach you." It's just if I ever get stuck reading a book. I was reading The Da Vinci Code, and there were lots of words that I didn't know, and every now and then my dad would walk into my room just, you know, to hang up towels, put my coat back, pick up any rubbish I've left on the floor, and, `cos he'd noticed me frowning at the book, go: "Did something bad happen in the book or are you stuck?" I would either go, "Yes, this guy is dead", or "I'm stuck with this word" and he'd tell me how to pronounce it and tell me all the reasons. My dad writes poetry.
Rosa: Does he?
Jack: Really serious poetry, like "the dead princess bathes in the dark pool of afterlife". They're kind of weird. You have to ask him what it's about and then it all seems clear. I've started to write poetry, kid's poetry, silly stuff.
Rosa: Did you just say kiss poetry?
Jack: Kid's poetry.
Rosa: Oh, right. Speak clearer!