A mothers heart

 Far, far away, in the outer Rim, on a planet called Tatooine, lived a young slave-girl called Shmi Skywalker who was serving under Watto.

     All she ever vanted, was to became a mother and have a son, so one day she got pregnant by the force, and she was so happy when she found out that her wish had come true.

    As the months got by, Watto began asking her about her husband, and how she had got pregnant so fast, meaning that he havent seen anyone with her. 

    He wanted to have him in his slave-market, he said, and told her to tell her husband to come and work for him.

    Shmi replied that she had no husband, and the child had no father, because she got pregnant by the force.

    "You are lying!" Watto demanded, slamming his fist on the desk, "Every child has a father!"

    "Not this one." Shmi replied, "It will only be me. Anakin will grow up whitout a fatherfigure. But that isn't my fault."

    "Hmm... Then I will be his fatherfigure!" Watto said with a laugh, "He will come and work for me when he is old enough."

    Nodded silently,  "Wery well," looked the slavemaster in the eyes, "can I go home now?"

    "Yes go." slight smile, "Go and have this child of yours. You look so ready."

    "Thanks." walking away.

    SOME YEARS LATER:

    "Anakin?"

    "Yes mother?"

    "Can you pass me the mug of water, please."

    "With pleassure, mom." grabbing the fine, blue jar, handing it to her.

    Shmi took some of it in her glas and took a slow sip of it, looking eyes with her little son,

    "You'll have to go alone to the market today..."

    Anakin turning depressed,

    "What? Why, mom..." turning up with sad, big eyes.

   "I'm sick, sweetie." sighting, "But I think you can make it all fine, belive me."

    "Yes mom."

    "But would you please tell my situation to Watto?"

    "Of course I would, don't worry."

    "Fine. Be a good boy then."

    "I would." raising from the table, "I always am."

    "I know." kissing him on the forehead."

    Anakin then turned to leave, walking to the door.

    "Don't forget your luncpack, Ani."

    "Thanks, mom." taking it, "Good bye."

    "Goodbye." looking after him as he walks away, "My wonderful boy. Stay safe."

    As the child neared the slavemarket, he saw a strange man in a long, brown robe who was talking to his slavemaster, Watto.

    Anakin taked a closer look at him, noticing his lightsaber. Then, fild with awe over a jedi being here on his planet, he huridly walks towards him, asking him right out,

    "Are you a jedi?"

    "No."

    Watto was smiling to his newly arrived slave,

    "Hey, Ani." flying up in joy, "Are you ready to begin your work today?"

    Nodded, "As always, sir."

    "Good. But where is your mother? Is she not with you? Why are you coming alone today?"

    "My mother is sick today, master. She can't leave the house. She just haved to send me alone." hanging his head, "For the first time, ever."

    Watto turned dark in his face. Letting himself land on the ground, he murmured silently to himself,

    "Oh, I think I understand. Not good, not good..." harking for a moment, he said, "Let's begin with your duties." handing him some sort of broken metall-thing, "Fix this thing here."

    "Yes, sir." Turning to face the strange man still standing there beside him, saying,

    "I know you are a jedi. Because I saw your lightsaber. Only jedi carry that cind of stuff."

    The man quicly hiding it in his robe,

    "Its not mine."