Speaking at the United Nations in Switzerland in September wasn’t that scary. It was alright. My dad sat next to me and told me not to be shame and to speak up so the crowd could hear me. So I tried to not be shame and acted like nobody was in the room. When I finished making the speech everyone in the United Nations clapped. I felt like a show-off, but everybody was crying around us and I think I did us kids proud.

After that we were invited to meet with the boss lady of the United Nations (Michelle Bachelet, the high commissioner of the Human Rights Council), now my friend, at her palace. She told me that I was the youngest person ever to speak up to her. I felt very lucky to be there, but also sad because 12-year-olds shouldn’t have to ask world leaders for help to get Australia to listen and give us our rights.



I told her that my dream future is just me and a thousand dollars, maybe with a yellow Lamborghini with seats for my brother and my cousins... Nah. Jokes.

For real I told her that I think kids all around the world just want to be able to play. They want to be close to their families. To not be around fighting. To play with their friends. They should be able to learn about who they are and where their land is.