Chapter 1

Six PM, that was the time that all Jedi are released from classes or training. They are released for dinner. As some padawans were strolling past room LQ125 they caught a whiff of something mouthwatering. Inside that room, 15 year old Sam Kenobi was preparing homemade baked macaroni and cheese, completely from scratch.

"Okay, after the grated cheese is sprinkled on top," she read out loud, "put the dish into the oven, and bake it at 350ᵒ for fifteen to twenty minutes.

Carefully, Sam placed the uncooked casserole dish into the smart oven, then closed the door and entered the temperature.

"Set timer to 15 minutes." She commanded

"Time set." The automated voice responded

Sam turned then walked into the half living room and plopped herself down on the couch.

Fifteen minutes later, Sam walked back into the kitchen, then she opened the oven door and pulled out the casserole. Then she placed it on the cooling pad, and placed the primary cups into the right position. She turned and grabbed the secondary cups from the counter and filled them. Sam filled her father's cup with a special treat that she made, a slingberry fruit smoothie.

'This has to lighten his mood.' She thought optimistically

When Sam was finished, she slid some flowers into the vase that was sitting in the center of the table. Then her father shuffled in, glumly. He looked at Sam, his eyes a deep blue.

"I made dinner for you," She said with as much cheer as she could," It's all your favorite, from scratch!"

He gazed sadly at the well cooked meal, then looked up. Sam noticed a tear roll down his face, then falling to the ground where it dissolved into the fabric of the carpet that he was standing on.

"Oh sunshine," He said, his voice wavering slightly," I don't deserve you, I am a horrible father."

Sam walked over to him.

"You're not any worse of a person than I am, we're just going through some tough times." She reassured

Sam led him to the table, and helped him sit down. Where they ate in silence, until her father stood up and walked away, his plate still full. She knew where he was going, he was going up to his room.

'I'll just put the leftovers in the cooler.' She thought.

Sam cleaned up the kitchen then went to bed.