What is it that is troubling you? You’re young, but your eyes are old. - Dalene Matthee

But memories got left behind while you kept walking on; every time you had to retrace your steps further to return to your memories, and sometimes it was better not to turn back at all.

To hear, after nine years, that they had found a child that might be yours, was not news that you could take lightly. And if it was the child they had found, only the Lord in Heaven could know how he had got over the mountain to the Long Kloof.

...What was there to wish for... a wish asked for the unattainable. The impossible.