My own private memory consists of my mother coming in to my room each night,to tuck me in,and singing 'Drume Negrito" to me.That was her favorite lullaby,and I remember that she sang it to me with tears in her eyes the night before we were to leave Cuba,I happened to notice,so I asked her why she was crying,she said "I've had to make a very difficult decision,and I don't know if it's the right one,will you forgive me if I'm wrong,?" I answered,"I know you'll be right,and we'll all be happy with whatever you decide."I was eight years old,and the next day,we left Cuba forever.