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xp_communicationTo: Xavier, Charles
From: Kylun
Subject: A request
My apologies first if this message is unclear, I am . . . still somewhat overwhelmed.
Today I chanced to pass Doctor MacTaggart's door as she was putting Rachel down for a nap. The doctor was singing; and I found myself singing along, though I do not know the language she used nor do I remember ever hearing the song before. The voice I used was not my own--it was a woman's voice, wholly unfamiliar, and yet it haunts me.
I think--somehow--it must have been my mother's. No memory of my parents survived their murder, and yet . . .this song, perhaps somehow it stayed with me. Or perhaps not; I could have heard the song on the television. But even the possibility . . .
Doctor MacTaggart said, when I asked, that the lullaby is a traditional Scots Gaelic melody. If it was my mother's voice I used . . . then it is possible we lived in Scotland, I think. It is a very great favor to ask, I know, but is there anything you could do to find out who they were, where we lived . . . perhaps even where they were buried? I have lived my life not knowing, and been largely content, but . . . old hopes and wishes die hard, it seems, and spring to new life again when least expected.
From: Kylun
Subject: A request
My apologies first if this message is unclear, I am . . . still somewhat overwhelmed.
Today I chanced to pass Doctor MacTaggart's door as she was putting Rachel down for a nap. The doctor was singing; and I found myself singing along, though I do not know the language she used nor do I remember ever hearing the song before. The voice I used was not my own--it was a woman's voice, wholly unfamiliar, and yet it haunts me.
I think--somehow--it must have been my mother's. No memory of my parents survived their murder, and yet . . .this song, perhaps somehow it stayed with me. Or perhaps not; I could have heard the song on the television. But even the possibility . . .
Doctor MacTaggart said, when I asked, that the lullaby is a traditional Scots Gaelic melody. If it was my mother's voice I used . . . then it is possible we lived in Scotland, I think. It is a very great favor to ask, I know, but is there anything you could do to find out who they were, where we lived . . . perhaps even where they were buried? I have lived my life not knowing, and been largely content, but . . . old hopes and wishes die hard, it seems, and spring to new life again when least expected.
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Date: 2006-01-19 03:47 am (UTC)From: Xavier, Charles
Subject: re: A request
Kylun,
I must admit, there is a scarcity of information that could be used to start such a search, even with the lullaby you mention. However, this certainly has never stopped me - nor anyone in this mansion - from forging on ahead now, has it?
I shall begin the process as I can, with the contacts I possess which might prove appropriate for the situation. As soon as I receive any smidgen of information, I shall transfer it to you immediately.
Charles