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Tears of the heart.
She read the words again and again. Refusing to believe their meaning, refusing to take it in. The tears that had formed dropped on to the table; perfect dots.
It had ended to soon but this wasn't meant to be the end, her mind screamed at her. They never told you about this, you should have known. You should have never let them take him. Never.
She had other children who in turn had their children, though she had never forgotten him. He had been her first born. With beautiful brown eyes and a small mat of blonde brown hair on the top of his head. He was always ready to smile when ever she looked down at him, he would give her a wide smile that reached his eyes and then other times he would look at her intensely. Too intense, too serious for a baby still only a few months old.
She had never realised that he had the potential to be a Jedi; the thought had never entered her head. When they came, it was a complete surprise to her. The female Jedi had explained gently to her about who they were and why they had come. As all mothers would she felt an immense rush of pride, that her son could be one of those proud and defined Jedi. On her home world they were regarded as heroes and tales were spun of their great courage, everyone held them in high esteem.
But still, this was her only child. Did she really want to just hand him over? Perhaps never to see him again. They had also told her minimal contact was allowed with parents. Motherly instincts kicked in, over all she wanted to protect him, love him, keep him safe and make sure he grew up in a secure environment. The last part she had trouble with. Her home was far from secure. At that present time she had nothing, just scraped by each day. Eventually that would change but then it looked bleak.
Struggling with her inner emotions, she had given him over to them. Not even bothering to hide her tears, she had bent down and stroked his cheek one last time. He cooed but his usual smile was not there. It was as if he knew something was going on. Something he had no control over.
The female Jedi had been kind to her and didn't look down on her for crying. Telling her that, she would make sure he would be all right and looked after. They were gone, taking her son with them.
She had wept for days but later on in years she had consoled herself with the fact that he would become a Jedi Knight. That he would be held in esteem and not know the pain she had gone through.
Now she wished she had known him, wished she had kept him. Maybe now he wouldn't be dead. Wouldn't have died alone, without friends around him.
They told her he had died for a noble cause, given his life for others, for his padawan and someone he had just met.
Bitter tears flowed down her face, her thin frail body shaking with the sobs. She knew there was nothing she could do now. But her mind would forever haunt her with what could have been.
The End
Tears of the heart.
She read the words again and again. Refusing to believe their meaning, refusing to take it in. The tears that had formed dropped on to the table; perfect dots.
It had ended to soon but this wasn't meant to be the end, her mind screamed at her. They never told you about this, you should have known. You should have never let them take him. Never.
She had other children who in turn had their children, though she had never forgotten him. He had been her first born. With beautiful brown eyes and a small mat of blonde brown hair on the top of his head. He was always ready to smile when ever she looked down at him, he would give her a wide smile that reached his eyes and then other times he would look at her intensely. Too intense, too serious for a baby still only a few months old.
She had never realised that he had the potential to be a Jedi; the thought had never entered her head. When they came, it was a complete surprise to her. The female Jedi had explained gently to her about who they were and why they had come. As all mothers would she felt an immense rush of pride, that her son could be one of those proud and defined Jedi. On her home world they were regarded as heroes and tales were spun of their great courage, everyone held them in high esteem.
But still, this was her only child. Did she really want to just hand him over? Perhaps never to see him again. They had also told her minimal contact was allowed with parents. Motherly instincts kicked in, over all she wanted to protect him, love him, keep him safe and make sure he grew up in a secure environment. The last part she had trouble with. Her home was far from secure. At that present time she had nothing, just scraped by each day. Eventually that would change but then it looked bleak.
Struggling with her inner emotions, she had given him over to them. Not even bothering to hide her tears, she had bent down and stroked his cheek one last time. He cooed but his usual smile was not there. It was as if he knew something was going on. Something he had no control over.
The female Jedi had been kind to her and didn't look down on her for crying. Telling her that, she would make sure he would be all right and looked after. They were gone, taking her son with them.
She had wept for days but later on in years she had consoled herself with the fact that he would become a Jedi Knight. That he would be held in esteem and not know the pain she had gone through.
Now she wished she had known him, wished she had kept him. Maybe now he wouldn't be dead. Wouldn't have died alone, without friends around him.
They told her he had died for a noble cause, given his life for others, for his padawan and someone he had just met.
Bitter tears flowed down her face, her thin frail body shaking with the sobs. She knew there was nothing she could do now. But her mind would forever haunt her with what could have been.
The End