Maybe thats symptomatic of my own upbringing, was never really raised in my culture; while my parents will speak to me in our native language, and I can understand them, I always respond back in English.
Not by active choice, just cause, I always have.

“Te reo M?ori and New Zealand Sign Language (NZSL) are official languages of New Zealand. 1 English, the medium for teaching and learning in most schools, is a de facto official language by virtue of its widespread use. For these reasons, these three languages have special mention in The New Zealand Curriculum.”

I worried that returning home from Singapore was going to render me globally culturally unaware. I needn’t've.

In my office, we have two Maori speakers, one Tongan, a Frenchman, three (?!) Croatians (one Croatiman and two Croatiwomen), a Burmeseperson, two Singaporean Chinese Mandarin speakers, and a whole bunch of mongrel Kiwis who learnt French or Japanese (or in my case, French and Japanese and Latin (FFS!)) at school and are even now augmenting their lexicability with podcasts in Italian.

Still, though, I remember the restaurant in Greece where the Maitre D’ (which ISN’T EVEN A GREEK WORD, dude!) threw us out because we didn’t seem to speak other than English…