Dear friends and other interesting creatures,
You were my first love as a little girl. Waiting for you to come home from the Airforce.
A R5 tucked into my hand when nobody looked. The first man to buy me perfume. A comfort after my father died.
A man who assured me how loved I am until his last days. “Ons weet mos Stel” referring to knowing we loved each other.
My Uncle who claimed me as a daughter.
Ek gaan jou vreeslik mis. Altyd lief vir jou.