At the door, she paused and listened. Hearing cries from within, followed by more jumbled yelling, she realized that there was no immediate danger, that this was another of Anakin’s nightmares, like the one that had gripped him on the shuttle ride to Naboo.
[ eyes staring at the floor as he took a deep breath, a smile gracing his face as he slowly looked up to the sky. ]
Your father ... Your father started as a slave, my child. Your mother and I on a land forsaken by the gods.
I'd go hug her after every work day, just to make sure she was there. As a slave you owned nothing, but it helped to know there was a constant in your life...