My name is [Daisy](4N5XFF74). I’m still very small — just a little bundle of giggles and dreams — but I already know one thing: My mama is magic.

She’s different from everyone else here, where the mountains kiss the clouds and the beaches sparkle like treasure.

[Mama](BY5XZWWJ) has warm, brown skin kissed by the African sun, and the blackest, shiniest hair that dances when she sings. Her smile? It’s the brightest light in every room.

[Mama](BY5XZWWJ) was born far away, across oceans and time, in a place where the drums beat in the night and the people’s laughter carries on the wind.

She is proud of her African roots — of the colors, the songs, the languages, and the stories whispered from one generation to another.

Whenever she stands near the waves, I can almost hear the sea call her name. Her favorite color is blue — just like the sky when it's happy, just like the deepest parts of the ocean.

[Mama](BY5XZWWJ) paints pictures of everything she sees. She snaps photographs of sleepy cats, flowers bending in the breeze, and sunlight dripping through the trees.

Here, everything is new for [Mama](BY5XZWWJ): The people eat different foods, speak in different ways, and play games she’s never imagined seeing before. But [Mama](BY5XZWWJ) says, 'Different is beautiful.'

[Mama](BY5XZWWJ) says our heritage is rich, like the thick forests of Africa and the wide-open skies of Aotearoa. We carry stories in our blood and courage in our bones.

Because being unique is not something to hide. It's something to celebrate. After all, my [Mama](BY5XZWWJ) taught me: 'The world needs your colors, your songs, and your dreams.' And I have a lot of them.