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SIPHOSAKHE LUTHANGO

I kept stealing glances at my sister as I drove, unable to stop smiling. She looked genuinely happy to be back, her eyes taking in every street, every building, as if she had been away for years instead of months. She kept touching my arm every few minutes, laughing at something small, and I couldn't help but let that warmth spread through me.

"Bhuti,"

she said suddenly, turning to look at me with a curious expression,