Anakin thought about how to explain it, but he decided not to say anything at all.

Instead he pulled out his phone and unlocked it, then opened the photos app. He was smart and had all these photos backed up on multiple places... back ‘home’. But he had them here as well. He keyed the folder that contained his photos of his mother - all their shared happiness, every one celebrating accomplishments throughout the years, even if it was just a regular, average day. They started when Anakin was a kid and Shmi was a young mother and ended with the last picture he took with her at his graduation from the Air Force Academy. Some were poor quality - photos from before the advent of inexpensive digital images scanned into digital format, the later ones much more clear and vibrant.

Anakin held up the phone for his twin to take.