My child?
I'm fine, Mama.
But even I can barely believe what you've told me.
No matter what I think of Fikile
or what my dad did…
…is my mother's daughter too.
Leaving already?
Sit so we can start.
Puleng, wake up! Mom said you have to wake up.
You're so irritating.
Don't forget I'll be late tonight.
Morning, honey.
It looks very nice, Thandeka.
Good morning, Dad.
How did you sleep?
Go, son.
My child.
Are you sure about this?
Don't cause a scene.
What's going on?
Look here, my girl.
Fiks, what did you tell them?
The truth.
Shut up, Nate.
Friend.
How?
I don't know.
Where do I start?
Stay away from me. Asshole.
I don't mean to laugh, but staring at those pictures
won't make you editor of the magazine, young lady.
I'm not even scared of that look. Looking at me like that won't either.
Sorry, Ma.
I don't understand.
I said I'm sorry.
Whoever can be trusted with very little can also be trusted with much.
Dishonest with little, dishonest with much.
Please. Not the bible, Ma.
My child…
That's why your mother and I insisted that the school hire her.
You know, the day you almost drowned as a child…
I was terrified that we would lose you.
You hit your head on the side of the pool.
Remember?
You actually needed a blood transfusion.
Anyway, eventually you recovered.
You're a Behle, my child.
You know I love you, right?
Let me explain something to you.
I'm here to help you. But I can't do that if you don't talk.
Nobody can.
What are you so afraid of?