Jeremy couldnıt ask his mother. Like his father, Jeremyıs mum did not concern herself with far-off things - cooking and cleaning occupied her time instead. She had no interest in what the wind said, only in what she could do for the betterment of home and family. Sometimes Jeremy felt a little guilty for not being satisfied with the world she had created for him: the comfortable house, the good food, and the bright smile that accompanied everything she did; but her world was not his world. No, the answers that the wind demanded were not to be found in his motherıs cooking. They could only be found far away from Jeremyıs parents and their house.

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