Before - Legends -Mama?s Song- written for the Speedwriters Association?s speed challenge (OC?s, short vignette)

Disclaimer: Star Wars belongs to Mr. George Lucas. I?m only fiddling around in his galaxy. I?m not making any money off of this or anything so?.don?t sue me!
This was written for the Speedwriters Association'sspeed challenge which is as follows: Two people are running toward/from something
use the words:
fly
dream
yelled
gemstone

you may not use:
run
toward
from

Have you ever tried to write a fic without the word ?from?? ?Tis very difficult. *twitch* But I had fun with this challenge. I tried to post this earlier but the boards would not allow it. Either that or it was my computer. Either way, boards.theforce.net refused to load anything.
I hope you like this. Thanks for reading!

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My name is Zadoc. There?s nothing spectacular about me. I?m not particularly smart or kind. I?ve got light hair like my daddy, and blue eyes like my mama. My favorite food is kipple, my favorite color is yellow. I?m seven and a half years old. I?m three feet, ten and one half inches tall and my bedtime is at 2000 hours.

Do you know what it means when you have the same dream over? And over? And over? My brother tells me it?s happening because there?s something I need to work out in my life that my brain is mulling over while I sleep. My sister tells me I should stop eating so soon before bed. My daddy tells me to shut my gab; he?s trying to watch the HoloNet. My mama doesn?t tell me anything. She died of a tumor in her brain.

Last year when I was little, when I was only six, I didn?t understand what that meant. I would stand by her bed and ask her over and over again why she wouldn?t get up and play with me and help me with my lessons like she used to. She would tell me that she couldn?t because she was too sick. She would say this in that strange raspy voice so unlike my mama?s. I would start to cry and ask her where my mama was. She would say she was my mama. I never believed her. She didn?t look like my mama. Her eyes were too sunken, her body too thin, her voice too different. My mama was happy and plump with a deep voice and happy sparkly eyes that daddy used to say looked like two blue gemstones, but were far more precious. So when mama died, I didn?t think she was really gone. I would sit by the window waiting for her to come back, singing my mama?s favorite song. My mama had written it herself and had sung me to sleep with it when I was a baby:

Pretty music, in the mouths of younglings
Sweetly, sweetly, so divine
When I?m lonely all I need is music
In the mouths of younglings mine

Sighing, crying, all I need is music
Perfect, goodly, youngling mine
Sing your love and I?ll return it
Darling, sweetheart, youngling mine

I will sing you pretty lovely music
Though mine can?t be as sweet as thine
Mouths of babes speak truth and wisdom
And music sweeter than any you?ll find

When I sang mama?s song it always made my daddy angry. He would hit me and yell at me to go to my room. I?ve always hated it when he yelled ? it makes him look scary. It always made him cry when I sang that song, too. I didn?t understand why. It was a pretty song, mama?s song. Mama was going to come back and be happy that I still remembered it.

But as I got older I slowly began to understand that mama was never coming back. I cried every night. But I never forgot mama?s song.

I sing it every night before I go to bed. And when I close my eyes to sleep, that?s when I have the dream.

I open my eyes. I?m out in the stars. Darkness surrounds me, but the stars are glittering and they make me happy. I?m usually scared of the dark, but not here.

I know in space you can?t breathe ? my brother told me that. That?s why on ships they always have special suits on board in case the ship get?s a hole in it. But in this space I can breathe.

I look to my right, and then to my left. My mama taught me right and left and I?m proud of myself for remembering.

That

 

Absolutely beautiful! What an amazing response to this difficult challenge!

 

... This was so sad
You did a good job in capturing the feelings of loss and sadness... but in the end, there's a little bit of hope... that's good

 

Healer_Leona: Thank you!!!

VaderLVR64: Thanks very much!

NoemiTenshi: Hope is good, though it's kind of ironic that that hope means they will only meet again when Zadoc dies. Thank you for reading and reviewing!!!