43.AVETHANDWA SISULUI'm so glad to finally be packing, knowing that I'm leaving for real. It's not about missing Bangizwe only. It's about my work and life. My life is in Joburg. I never thought I could say this, but it is how it is. This house put a roof over teenage Avethandwa, but it didn't limit her. I grew wings, and I flew away, and now home no longer feels like home.“Are you done packing?” Aunt Nobomi walked into my bedroom. She sat on the bed.“I'm finishing up.” I haven't worn all the clothes, so it wasn't that much work.“I love your dress.” I stared at myself. I was wearing a nude bodycon dress. It was short, though, only reaching my mid-thighs. I matched it with brown heels that had laces that reached my knees.“Thank you. Are the twins done packing?” I'm going to be babysitting them back to Joburg. Schools are opening next week, but one of them has a netball camp for the first week in Joburg, and well, you don't separate them, so the other one is tagging along too.“Th
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