“Look, Gogo!”

“You have glasses,” says Gogo, clapping her hands.

“How wonderful. Tell me what you see.”

“I see bugs and ants and spiders and bees. I see EVERYTHING now.”

“Gogo, your face has cracks,” says Luthando, touching Gogo’s face.

“Hayi…Luthando! Those aren’t cracks. They’re lines on my face from getting old and laughing at all the funny things you say.”

“Don’t…”

“Look, a puddle!” says Luthando.

Too late!