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"Padme, a handstand, is all I ask from you."

The green creature whom I've come to love like a Father figure, otherwise known as Yoda scolds me once more when I fail drastically at my attempt to do a handstand, which is rather difficult. But, with him I have to be persistent. As Yoda says; do or do not. There is no try.

I also have to be stubborn with him, time to time.

I sit crossed legged in front of him and lean against a tree trunk and meditate, ignoring Yoda completely for the time being. Strangely enough, this isolated planet is the only planet I've ever truly known and called a home and Yoda is my only family, my only friend. I'm fully aware that I had a family before I lost most, if not all my memories. I do remember clearly asking the Jedi Master why I couldn't remember the countless things that made me, Padme Naberrie. Why I could not remember my childhood, my family, my entire past life, but the answer which never satisfies me is that I was obviously in some kind of accident and being that I was a Jedi, I apparently had no one whom I loved, I was a Guardian of peace, not a Guardian of love.

And being a Jedi, I still have to follow the rules, the difficult basics of being a strong Jedi.

There is no emotion, there is peace.

There is no ignorance, there is knowledge.

There is no passion, there is serenity.

There is no chaos, there is harmony.

There is no death, there is the Force.

My emotions get the better of me, time to time, creating a not so peaceful atmosphere. I'm ignorant to the fact that there are real dangers outside this peaceful plant, making the only knowledge I have the chance of benefiting from is the knowledge Yoda transmits to me. I know nothing of chaos, yet I've heard that I was often In the middle of total chaos which then led to harmony and death is unknown to me, even if I had almost had a meeting with death itself.

Passion, the only word I've never had the luxury of hearing about. Yet it sounds so beautiful, it sounds soulful. Passion is love and I have not got the chance to feel such a thing.

I can't help myself but to wonder about how the galaxy is compared to this barely noticeable planet. I also can't help but wonder something I should clearly not be thinking about. But, it's a thought that resurfaces every now and then. A dangerous thought of having a loving companion, of having children whom I'd shower with love and having a career which I truly and deeply would have passion for.

"Dangerous love is."

"I've told you, Yoda. I hate when you use your Jedi tricks to listen to my thoughts." I reply, rolling my eyes. "Why would you say that anyways? Do you not love me even a tad bit?"

The sassy Jedi master then rolls his eyes at me. "Care about you I do, Padme. Had trouble with love in the past, I have. No good comes out of love."

"You've been hurt in the past, haven't you?" I ask quietly, intrigued.

His face which is in the most part emotionless, is not the moment the words flow out of my mouth. I can already feel that I've crossed some kind of line with him. In only seconds he puts his emotionless mask back on, yet his eyes don't allow him to feel nothing, because I can see the regret and the guilt he's feeling.

"The past must stay the past. There is no need for questions about one's past." Yoda replies.

"If that's what you think…"

"I do, yes." He pauses and nods to himself. "A Jedi shall not know anger, nor hatred, nor love. Easier it is to remember this." He pats my hand and walks towards his minuscule home. I watch him carefully until he's no longer in sight.

I tilt my head towards the foggy sky, and watch the stars which shine brighter than the others until I start repeating five sentences in my head.

A Jedi shall not know anger.

Nor hatred.

Nor love.

I'm only human.

Yet, I decided to be a Jedi.

"I am delighted to say that you have both mastered what is known as the handstand."

The brown haired child smiles proudly with her head up high and puts her arm around another child whom smiles shyly at the adults sitting around a picnic table, enjoying the beauty of Naboo.

Jobal Naberrie, the oldest of the women around the table, smiled sadly when moments like these ones flew by in a blink of an eye. It seems like only yesterday that Ben Kenobi and Bail Organa came to pay a visit with two tiny bundles in their arms. These two tiny beings brought joy to a home that no longer consisted of such, these two beings brought back each a piece of her youngest daughter. Sola Naberrie glanced quickly in her mother's direction, knowing that she too must be dwelling on the loss of Padme. Padme, her baby sister, who will never have the luxury of raising her two beautiful children, of having for once a simple life on her home planet, which she adored.

"Grandma, you seem sad. Are you okay?"

Jobal looked at the child standing in front of her. The child's facial expression only showed one emotion, worry. Both children could sense how anyone would be feeling; nothing could be kept a secret with these two. But, so far only one secret remained unknown to the children and they will keep that secret locked up as long as it needs too. Why would the children need to know that one secret anyway? They are perfectly happy as it is.

Jobal puts on a smile that could easily fool the best Politian out there for her grandson and gathers him up in a gentle embrace. "I'm only sad because I'm thinking of your Mother. That's all. I know how much she would have loved to see you and your cousin accomplish this very, very difficult handstand."

The child smiles and kisses his grandmothers cheek. Ruwee Naberrie watches his wife with their grandson, his eyes not leaving them for a millisecond, while Ben Kenobi and Sabe stare into the distance, only listening carefully.

"Look at that! The stars are breathtaking tonight. Why don't you and Leia go sit by that tree and admire the view." Ruwee watches his grandsons eyes lit up and nods furiously, running towards his favorite spot with Leia following close-by.

Moments like these helped the adults around the table forget their worries, their painful memories, and their countless problems. But the only force-sensitive adult around that table had just received an extra problem, a problem which will certainly affect every single person in his presence and those who are far off. Ben savored this last moment of serenity before the chaos.

Have a fabulous day & May the force be with you...

(May the 4th tomorrow, enjoy it!)