Scribble 3: What you Wish for
Oh. Oh… For once I got what I wished for. Luke woke up, and I can certainly say that the boy has lungs. And they work very well, thank you. I believe the entire compartment woke up at the same time he did. And in the moment he began to wail I realised that I'm so misplaced right now. I didn't have a clue of what to do. Finally an elderly woman felt sorry for me and helped me, or rather Luke, out. Great. I must be the best caretaker in the world. I managed to get a book with me, but no food for the little one. Fortunately her daughter, or was it daughter in law, was able to nurse him so right now he's full and content. And quiet. Thank the Force.
By the way, I seem to have changed now. When she reached out for me I needed to present me with a name. I couldn't really say 'General Kenobi', could I? And I wasn't sure about the Obi-Wan thing either, so I just grasped the first name that came to my mind. So, now I'm officially Ben, I guess. I have no idea where that came from. I think maybe Siri used to call me that sometimes when she wanted to be really annoying. Oh, well, I guess it was better than Chun Bruck's 'Oafy-Wan', anyways
Force, I'm rambling again. I have real trouble coming up. The elderly lady reminded me that I will need diapers for Luke too. We can buy that and some milk in a market nearby the next port before continuing our journey.
I fear the worst. That part of being a caretaker will be less than pleasant. What have I gotten myself into?