The school holidays crept in with soft edges and big expectations.
At first, it was just a passing comment from Portia: “Noma’s going to Pretoria to visit her dad. For two whole weeks. They’re going to Gold Reef City.”
Then later: “Ziya’s going to Gqeberha. Her other family’s taking her to the beach house.”
By the third day of listening to her friends’ travel plans, Portia was pacing the house like a caged bird. She found Henry in the lounge, deep into a FIFA tournament.
“Let’s ask Ma if we can visit our dads.”
Henry frowned, controller paused mid-game. “What for?”
“Because. Everyone else is. Don’t you want to know where you come from?”
Henry shrugged. “I know where I come from.”
“Don’t you want your father to see you? See how much taller you are now?”
Henry looked at her for a lo
