I am Samoan. 

I walked away from a week with my family, with a new understanding of what this means; to be Samoan. I gathered in Auckland, with the all my Samoan side of the family to celebrate and remember the life of a great man. This week, seeds were planted in my heart. The fruit; already coming into fruition. There has been a shift, marking change. I am no longer a foreigner to my own people. 

I am Samoan.