Remember Me

"Where is that boy? Zemirah thought as she began to clean his room. "This one," she said, as she waved her hand, palm upward, across the room that was in disarray. "It seems that no matter what I tell him, he is going to go his own way." Standing up, after pulling a small box from under his bed, she rolled her eyes toward the ceiling as she spoke, "God, what am I to do? This boy never tells me what he is doing, where he is going." Sitting down on the edge of the bed she continued, "He is a ...