“sweetheart I really have to go now, see you tomorrow. Love you!”
“Jenny!!!!!” Sarah heard her mum scream her youngest sibling’s name and smiled. They were at it again, always at each other’s necks. She disconnected the call and placed her phone on the dresser next to her bed, picked out new bed sheets, changed the one on the bed she shared with Debra and placed her worn out black new living translation bible on the bed next to her pillow. She walked out the room and headed to the kitchen where she heard Mrs Botha’s voice humming to a familiar song.
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Mrs Botha was quite a large woman, large everywhere with a round pretty face, long rich black hair, ebony clear skin. An African woman. She was humming in the kitchen, preparing dinner for the family when she heard Sara walk into the kitchen. She turned off the burner and looked up at Sarah as she picked up bowls to dish the food into.
“Sarah please can you help me dish some of the food into these bowls” she said placing three colourful bowls in front of her
“sure, no problem ma’am” Sarah picked up a bowl and walked toward the burner