A long time ago in a galaxy far, far away….
A Queen in-disguise, a Jedi Knight, a heroic droid, and a hapless Gungan fled to a desert planet under the light of twin suns in search of a way to repair their starship, where they happened upon a slave boy with a great and terrible destiny.
Befriending these strangers, he took them to his home and gave them shelter from a storm, where they met the boy’s mother. She, too, was a slave, and had come from nothing, and had no great destiny to fulfil beyond the breaking of her heart in order to see her boy find his place in a galaxy that would never know her name.
A kindly farmer fell in love with her and freed her from her chains, and she knew happiness for a time; but still there remained a deep and empty hole in her heart as she looked to the sky and thought of the great deeds her son – who must have grown to be so strong and wise and kind – would be doing as he walked among the stars.
While she was happy with her new life and loved her newfound family, she hoped that, one day, she would feel the warmth of her son’s hand in hers again – even if she had to wait until her last breath left her body under the setting suns.
Her name was Shmi.
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