Chapter 13
Dear Dad,
This is getting more and more confusing. Uncle Luke haven't tried to play "sit-on-a-pillow" or "waving sticks" for a couple of days. Instead he's walking around smiling when he looks at me. I'm not quite sure why 'cause I certainly haven't told any jokes to him.
I'm glad he's glad though. He's a nice guy, it's just that…he's not you. And this place isn't home.
I was helping Uncle Chewie and Uncle Han to fix their ship and I think I did really well when I tried to use the "mudhorn-lifting-thing" to the parts they had laid on the floor. I still cannot figure out why Uncle Han was so unhappy when he tried to put them back in the ship. Finally he muttered something like: "It must have been mixed up, nothing fits where it should be."
Not sure what he meant by that and I'm not quite sure what the other words he used meant either. I just have a feeling that if I were to speak human and said those words you wouldn't be impressed either. Hm, I wonder if I should try, just to be able to surprise you if you come visit me.
Grogu