Ayanda: Mama, why have you stopped dreaming?
Dorothy: I stopped dreaming when I realized it was pointless.
Ayanda: Pointless? Really? Pointless how?
Dorothy: I had you and Lenaka.
Dorothy: I was on my own, I had to cope. Ayanda. . .the garage, the accident. . .there was no space for dreams, just survival.
Ayanda: Fine. Then make space now.