My father was born in Areora on the island of Atiu, Enuamanu, also known as the land of birds. I acknowledge all the Atiuans here today. We are from Ngāti Ingatu and Ngāti Toki, with connections with Ngāti Paerangi. It is from my grandfather, Papa Teariki Tuiono, that I inherit my commitment to my communities. Today I acknowledge my aunties, who are here today. Although I join a growing number of MPs who think we should have the option of pledging to the Treaty of Waitangi as opposed to the Queen, I know that the old man wouldn't have minded, because he got a medal from her—a Queen's Service Medal for services to community. Back in the day, I would spend time at his place in Ōtara, discussing left-wing politics and about the olden days back on the islands, like when he was 14, working on the Makatea just over the border in French Polynesia, where young Atiuans had gone to mine phosphate. His commitment to community, and through that, the workers, continued when he migrated to Aotearoa. I think my colleagues in the Labour Party would have liked him. He was a member of their party. He would often give me helpful advice, which also sounded a bit mandatory, if not compulsory, like the time he said to me, "You know what, boy? You talk a lot. You should be a minister at the PIC or a lawyer." That is the story of how I got a law degree. 