POV of Boba Fett
The only nice memory I have of her is the night of Monikai's 14th birthday. I decorated the house my myself, because I wanted my second daughter to feel special. There were balloons lining the walls, and a sign that spelled out "Happy Birthday Monikai!". Kai-leh's hair was done in a nice long braid, with beautiful decorations put in by her mother. She wore a beautiful light teal gown with an Onyx necklace. Her mother sat across the table, her long, light brown hair tied neatly in a bun atop her frail head. She wore a long orange and brown dress, the sleeves falling at her wrists. I could remember her mother handing her gift after gift, smiling weakly. She had been sick for almost 2 months now,and the doctors tried every type of medicine on didn't stop her from making our little girl happy.
Monikai gleamed as she opened the last of her presents. She held up the object in the air like it was made of gold. I had gotten a replica of my primary weapon, the EE-3, made just for her. Kai-leh was always fascinated with my work, and she always exclaimed that she was going to grow up and be a Bounty Hunter just like me. She looked up at me, her lovely smile covering from cheek to cheek. Monikai jumped up from her seat, running into me and wrapping her arms around my waist. I smile and kiss the top of her head, holding her close to me. This was the last time we shared this kind of moment together.
The next day, all three of our lives fell apart. Monikai's mother's symptoms got worse during the night, so I decided to take her to the doctor. I held her hand in mine as we waited in the tiny room. The doctor walking in quietly, shuting the door slowly before pronouncing one small "I'm so sorry.". As the doctor told us the details, I put my head in my hands. I could feel the tears rushing down my face as the doctor diagnosed Kai-leh's mother with Drakñahr Syndrome. She only had a year to live, and the symptoms would just get stronger and stronger. I was crying so hard on our way home, I almost crashed our vehicle.
We both fell apart when we told Monikai. Kai-leh just sat in her chair with a blank stare on her face. I could see her light blue eyes fill with tears of sorrow. I lean forward to hug her, but she slipped away before I could reach her. She dragged her feet all the way up the stairs to her room, and each step was slower than the one before. I felt the pain she felt, but I know that as a young child, this impacted her way more than it did me.
The next year was very rough. Monikai hardly talked to me or her mother, unless she absolutly needed to. She was slacking on her school work, and I noticed that she had been skipping. I tried not to punish her because that would make things worse, even though she needed to be told the difference between wrong and right. Most things I just shook off, because I thought she was just acting her age. Her mother grew very weak, and she was always laying in bed. I could hear Monikai walk in time to time, either bringing her food or just to talk to her. I wish that Kai-leh didn't have to go through this suffering, as well as her mother. Her mother is young, it's not time for her to go, not yet.
Monikai's mother died the day of Kai's 15th birthday. That's the last day I saw the love of my life. That's the last day I saw my beloved daughter.