Mrs. Dlamini held up the test paper. “Twenty-five out of twenty-five. Perfect.”
Lerato walked to the front, her stomach twisting. The other children whispered.
Lerato was a quiet, determined fourth-grader who lived in a small house on the edge of Soweto. Her mother worked long hours at a clinic, and her father drove a taxi between Johannesburg and Pretoria. Every night, after helping with the dishes, Lerato would sit at the kitchen table under a dim bulb and study. But there was a problem.
