At least that was one thing about not being able to sleep the other night. I guess of all the things that were bothering me the most troublesome was thinking about my mother. That is something I have just not wanted to deal with.

I have good parents and I should be pleased. I have a good brother too, and there have been no secrets like there were in Kaleem’s family. I suppose it is a little quaint these days, living with both your mother and your father and a sibling and actually knowing who both of your parents are and any brothers or sisters. Poor Kaleem had the other extreme. He had no idea who his father was until he met Nazaret. And it turns out that he didn’t really know his mother either. But he’s still glad to have them. So, I ought to make an effort with mine.