“My son.”
That night, Po sat on the roof of the Jade Palace. The stars were out. He no longer felt a hole inside him. He felt a garden. And in that garden, a peach seed was finally beginning to grow. kung fu panda 2 po
He looked up. Through the tears and dust, he saw her. Not a ghost, but a memory made of light. His mother. She was running, holding him as a baby, her face etched with love and terror. She hid him in the crate. She kissed his forehead. And then she turned to face the peacock’s wolves alone. “My son