She was alone. And then there was a child. A boy with brown hair and deep dark eyes that reflected the stars. She didn’t understand how it happened, and the others refused to believe that there was no father.
A child born into slavery. She wouldn’t have wished such a fate upon anyone. And yet she carried him, gave birth, raised him, and promised that he would have the life he deserved. The best life that his little mind could dream of. No matter how her own fate changed through the years, through all the pain and anguish, she never lost hope. No matter what, she woke each morning, believing that it would be the day her son would begin the life that he was destined for. So she prepared him. Taught him to be good and to be quiet, and work hard; just as she had all her life. Because she knew that that was the only way they could survive.
She bottled up all the anger and resentment, all the frustration she’d ever felt, and buried it deep down inside her where he would never see it. She had to. She had to be strong, for him.
He was special.
And then one day when she thought things could never get worse, the Jedi came. And she watched as they rode out into the sunset with her little boy. She watched as her light in the darkness, her hope, her shining star on the darkest night, disappeared beyond the horizon.
And back to normal she went. There was no time to be upset, no time to be thankful, no time to be at ease. She had to be strong, for him.
She would see him again someday…some day after he’d seen the galaxy and travelled across the stars.
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“The simplest gesture of kindness can fill the galaxy with hope” ~Ancient Jedi Saying ( from ‘Star Wars Rebels’)
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