She never imagined when he had been tested that they would actually show up. Testing for midichlorin count was standard practice for infants. She had even heard of a few children that had exceptionally high counts, but in all her years the Jedi had never come.

She had put aside Obi-Wan's high midichlorin count, after all it didn't matter on a backwater planet on the edge of the outer rim. She had too many other things to worry about. Her eldest son would be starting classes soon, and the baby was ill. She paid little attention to rumors that the Jedi were coming. The baby wasn't force sensitive, and Obi-Wan would be three in two short months; far too old to be considered by the order.

They came to her door six days after they arrived, Ben answered the door with a smile on his face and led the Jedi into their modest living area. She respected them, what they did for the galaxy, and their desire to bring peace to fallen worlds. It was a surprise when they wanted Obi-Wan. He was nearly three. How could they want him? Wasn't her middle child too old to be considered?

They had wrestled with the decision for days before finally agreeing and handing the toddler to the Jedi. Obi-Wan hadn't cried or fussed as they left, and somehow she knew it was the right thing for her child, but it didn't make it any easier.

Years went by, and she put all her energy into raising her two remaining children, but she never forgot about Obi-Wan. He was always in the back of her mind. At family dinners it always seemed as if something, someone was missing. She hoped he was happy, that he rarely thought about the family who gave him away. She prayed he didn't miss them at all, because if he did that would mean he remembered, and if he remembered, then perhaps he wondered why.

She saw him again one day on the holo. He would have just turned twenty-five, and she instantly knew it was him. His eyes were downcast, and miserable. A little boy stood beside him blonde hair and tanned skin. The child looked just as miserable as her child. For a brief moment she panicked. It was wrong; she had given him up so he could have a better life, and here was proof that her child had grown into a depressed young man. It was the reporter speaking that broke her away from the horror of her thoughts. The tall man told the story of how Obi-Wans' master had been killed, and her child had in turn killed the monster that had threatened the populace of Naboo. She stared at he holo. Her son, her little boy had taken a life? The jedI were keepers of the peace; how could this be true?