The apartment on Naboo, tranquil and bathed in the soft light of the afternoon, was a stark contrast to the formal austerity of the Jedi Council chamber.
Anakin and Padme, with the twins, had just returned, their hearts still full from the day's momentous events.
C-3PO: (announcing) Mistress Padme, Master Anakin, a visitor awaits you in the main room.
Anakin, still carrying Leia, exchanged a puzzled look with Padme.
Padme: (inquiringly) A visitor? Did they say who they were, Threepio?
Before C-3PO could respond, a figure emerged from the shadows of the main room, stepping into the golden light that filtered through the windows.
It was Shmi, Anakin's mother, her face aglow with a serene smile that seemed to illuminate the entire space. Anakin's breath hitched, a storm of emotions rippling across his face.
Anakin: (voice breaking) M…Mum?
Shmi's smile broadened as she approached them, her eyes locking onto Anakin's tear-filled ones, then drifting toward an equally shocked Padme.
Shmi: (softly) Yes, Anakin, it's me.
With Leia in one arm, Anakin stumbled forward and enveloped his mother in an embrace, tears streaming down his cheeks. Padme watched, her hand covering her mouth in disbelief.
Shmi: (explaining) The Force has given me another chance, to be with you, to meet them.
She gestured toward the twins, and as Leia began to cry, Shmi gently took her granddaughter into her arms. The baby quieted, entranced by her grandmother's tender gaze.
Shmi: (tears in her eyes) Oh, Leia, you are so beautiful.
Shmi then turned to Luke, who lay contentedly in Padme's arms. She leaned down and kissed his cheek, and a smile seemed to play across the baby boy's face.
Shmi: (introducing herself) Hello, Luke, Leia. I am Shmi, your grandmother. I am so happy to meet you.
Padme, moved beyond words, stepped forward, joining the family circle. They stood there, wrapped in each other's love, a moment of profound connection that transcended time, united by the bonds of family and the will of the Force.