“Daddy’s home.”

“How do you know, Luthando?” asks Sonto.

“I can smell his cooking,” says Luthando sniffing the air.

“You’re also good at smelling,” Mama says.

“Look out, Luthando!” “Ouch!”

“Watch where you’re walking,” Mama says.

“Luthando’s not so good at looking,” says Sonto.

“What do you see, Luthando?” asks the friendly woman.

Luthando squeezes his eyes together. He sees black squiggles on the wall.

He looks through a pair of glasses.

“I see letters,” he says.

“Excellent!”