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SPACE TO DREAM

By the age of 29, I was raising my two boys alone in a leafy suburb called Manors at the foot of Fields Hill in Kloof, KwaZulu-Natal. The features of this home were indicative of my heightened need to protect my children. The yard was flat for safety while they ran all the endless energy out of their systems during the day, and it had a jungle gym near my bedroom window so I could see and hear everything while they played.

Fast forward to today and we are living

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