Title: Seven Selected Entries in Shmi's Diary
Author: Darsha Assant
Genre: Romance
Disclaimer: Yeah yeah it all belongs to George (Marshall)
...Muahahaha
Entry 1
Today was the last time I saw my son.
The last memory of him; a sandy haired little boy, striding out under the heat of Tatooine's twin suns, his shadow almost non-existent, dwarfed in comparison, to the tall, erect, and proud Jedi, whose moisture farmer clothes did not fit his kingly bearing, and whose aquiline features were a stone mask, that ineffectively tried to cover his stony heart.
Actually, I do not remember how he was conceived. All I remember was that as I lay on my pallet at Gardulla's place, there seemed to be a light and a shadow all at once, then a wonderful sensation as I slipped into the realm of dreams.
Then in the next three months, I knew I was pregnant. I decided to name him Anakin, that being his grandfather's name. Well, his maternal grandfather. I sometimes feel ashamed that I did not know his father. Thus, whenever someone asks me where he is, I just say that we had been separated when lost to a bet with Wattoo.
After his birth, I knew my life would never be the same again. Annie was a constant source of joy and worry to me. Joy as his quirks and worry as he races unbridled across the scorching sands in his beat up pod, for a master who couldn¡¦t care about him, but only for the price he was valued at¡K
As I looked at his departing back, I willed myself to call out to him and that.. that.. that Qui-Gon Jinn to stop, just stop!
Qui Gon Jinn. I feel myself hating him. OH yes I do know that Jedi are not allowed to hate, but I'm not a Jedi. Well, let's see how he reacts when I pull out all his hair, his beard and moustache, e.t.c.
Well, it may seem selfish to keep Anakin all to myself, I know that he has a great talent, and the galaxy needs him. I could feel I would lose him when I stood in the doorway watching the Jedi when he contacted his apprentice to run a -whatever- test on a sample of my son's blood. I could almost see the future in his face. My son was too great a talent to remain on a backwater planet.
I know letting him go was the best thing for him, but partings are just so painful. With him gone, it seems that a part of me has been cut away, and another to follow him wherever he may go.
And so, my son, may you remember me always when you put on the Jedi robe. And I will think of you when I look up into the sky at night and see the multitudes of stars and systems.
I know you will be somewhere out there, thinking of me.
