" Whatever our soul are made of, his and mine are the same." - Emily Bronte

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Tsholofelo Mofokeng.

"Don't ever do that to me again." I hugged my brother once more feeling watery substance attempting to escape each eye.

"Kanti you actually care." He teased pinching my cheeks.

"Ofcause, i do." I muttered. I looked back and saw Leo walking towards the glass sliding door into the house while Ruiter concentrated on his news paper.

"I just came to check up on you." He smirked.

"Stop lying, you came to ask for money." I rolled my eyes.

"No, infact I have a job now." He said proudly.

"Really ?"...