My thirtieth birthday came and went without much fuss because everyone forgot about it. Everyone except Anton. I should have been grateful for that at least seeing that I’d forgotten his, only months before. Not having a big hoopla for your birthday when you’re an adult shouldn’t be a huge deal, but awkward, sad birthdays…
Our trip to the Promised Land began on a promising note. I was greeted at the airport by Anton and the Ben-Avis all of whom had flown up from Cape Town where they’d been spending the past month together. Everyone seemed happy enough to see me and Sara was beaming at Anton when she saw…
Weddings are generally fraught with family drama, and mine was no exception, only I didn’t realise at the time quite how much turmoil my nuptials were causing in my father’s life. A month before our wedding date, Anton was shipped off on a missionary trip into deepest darkest Africa and due to get back a…
