She runs from the bush as wind. Suddenly she is everywhere. “Sorry, sorrrry,“ a significant Afrikaans “r” rattles in an apology. She is always late; it is something in her way every time. It is always something usual, such as taking baboons off a thatch roof. It is nothing special for Marlice as they were guests to her wedding...I should have anticipated that she would be different. She broke my ideas about a haughty celebrity with behaviour of a star within few moments. I think we know each other for years only after spending few minutes in her presence. I should have known this from the beginning. Animals do not tolerate acting. They see the real you. …and animals are her life… After spending that few days with her I realised how big the heart of this girl from an African farm is. The only thing remained a mystery for me. How many families Marlice van Vuuren has...?