Palesa and Katleho

We spent the day together at Oliver Tambo Airport. At the end of our time together, she and her son boarded a taxi to go back to their tin shack in Daveyton, a home they share with her mother, her sister, and her mother's aging, drunken, abusive man friend. Now I have an address, and I can write to her. But will she ever receive what I send her? Will I ever know? She can't write, can't phone. I will send what I can and hope.