NANDI MOOR
I stared at my brother, holding bags in his hands. Both our eyes are very teary. Next to him was his girlfriend whom I have seen a couple of times on his w******p status.
“I am so sorry. I am so sorry my little sister, please forgive me. I even quit my job just to stay home with you. Ma must be disappointed in me for leaving you to do everything on your own. What kind of a brother am I? I should have made a plan to come back home, but it was not easy. The borders were closed,”
I shook my head vigorously and scurried to hug him. He dropped his bags and we both held on to each other and cried loud, standing by the door.
It is two days after Enzo left for Joburg. He and his family really helped me with funeral arrangements and that I do not get into trouble with the law. Tomor
