Natalie and Hayden smiled. Twenty years later, and they still hadn't told anyone that story.

Then, their teenage son Anakin ran into the room. Natalie sighed, bracing herself for the daily grilling on his name. "Mom, why did you curse me with this stupid name?"

Hayden chuckled, as always. "Your namesake won't like to hear that." He wondered what Anakin was up to. Were Luke and Leia fine? Was he dead? What about Padmé?

Before Anakin could ask a clarifying question, their 15 year old daughter Padmé ran in next, interrupting him, as always.. "Dad, why did you name me Padmé? I looked it up and it means 'lotus' in Sanskrit. Are you that ancient?" Padmé had never been interested in the story of her name, so this came as a surprise. But she always had stressed that they were much older than her.

Natalie and Hayden laughed.

"Did you know anybody named Padmé?"

Oh, we knew her. Very well indeed.

Padmé, oblivious to her parents' looks, continued. "Mom, when I was looking through the attic, I found a stack of papers labeled, 'Isn't That You?'. What is it? Is it a story?"

Hayden and Natalie exchanged looks.

"Listen kids. So one day, a great man called George Lucas..."