Josephine nodded, smiling. "That lullaby had been sung to my mother, and she in turn had sung it to me; or so I am told. I had learned to sing it as a child, and held it dear ever since. It was all I have left of her memory. I was too young to remember what she even looked like; or my father, either." She sighed, pushing away the thoughts; now was not the time for bitterness.<span style="font-style: italic">"well...one could hope.."</span>"One could hope what?"