Ascend: (of a spiritual being or soul) rise into heaven
Anakin staggered into the apartment that he and his mother shared. Watto had whipped him again.
"Oh, Ani! Did Watto..." She trailed off. They both knew the answer to that question. It was seeping into the rags on his back, the ones that were still attached to his shirt.
"Come, I'll get you cleaned off. Then maybe you can...visit your father."
There was so much more to that, and they both knew it. But 'visiting Anakin's father' was the only way to quickly put it into words.
"Maybe I can take you again, Mom."
"I would love that." Shmi put a caring arm around her son, guiding him towards his room.
Anakin lay on his stomach and closed his eyes. His head lay in his mother's lap. He reached out with his other senses, listening to the hum around him, waiting for the pattern to become evident. Every time, it was different. Every time, it showed the universe to him.
But it was not the hum he was searching for. It was the light.
There - a glimmer! Anakin's mind drifted naturally toward it. It was beautiful, hypnotizing. He did not fight it. He did not not need to. He knew what lay behind it, the comfort it brought.
The family that was waiting for him and his mother.
The light reached out to him and enveloped him in a warm embrace.
Shmi saw that her son had started to glow. She did not panic, only put a soft hand on her son's back. The soft blue light climbed up her arm, and she welcomed it. Closing her eyes, she relaxed.
And disappeared with her son.