Stranger in the house

When my parents left the farm in Umvuma my dad found a job in a tobacco-curing company. He worked such long hours that he left before dawn and arrived after I was asleep. Once he arrived home early and had supper with the family. I was apparently very worried and drew my mom aside and whispered in her ear, "Who dat man, Mommy?"
My mother had little family stories we used to hear often. Another one about me was that I took a long time to talk as a toddler. My first utterance was during a bath, piping load and clear, "Don't wash that laig Nanny, I washed that laig 's morning."