The first time I met her family I felt awkward and shy like a kid, because growing up the way I did in the gang;
My experience of whānau was nothing like hers.
I remembered thinking 'her parents aren't going to want me around their daughter' but they accepted and loved me.
The matauranga they had and lived by, slowly was passed to me and it was then I wanted a better kind of life from the one I had.
After I finish my sentence, l'm starting fresh.
I'm going home to her and to them.
She is not only my motivation to heal...
She is healing.
- a brother incarcerated.