Excerpts From the Diary of Shmi Skywalker--Don't Look Back--Entry 3 Don't Look Back–Excerpts From the Diary of Shmi Skywalker

Author: princess-sari
Disclaimer: The Star Wars universe and everything in it belongs to George Lucas and Lucasfilm, Ltd. No money is being made from this story and no infringement is intended.

Editor's Note: Yes, another Diary by princess-sari. :p I can't help it, I just love writing these for the often-overlooked characters in TPM. This one is relatively short compared to the Handmaiden Diaries, only four entries.
Shmi's Diary was logged into a highly encrypted datapad, probably to protect it from Watto's prying eyes. A careful examination would only reveal some recipes and housekeeping notes which would bore anyone to tears very quickly. The good stuff was hidden in a series of secret files. Enjoy!!

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I am not sure if what happened today is good or not, but it is certainly out of the ordinary. Ani came home today with three strangers–four if you count their droid. First, there is a Gungan. He must be miserable in Tatooine's dryness. Then there is a young girl, very pretty and with manners that lead me to believe she is more than she seems. Ani is very obviously sweet on her and I hope he is not going to be too heartbroken when she leaves. And then– And then there is the Jedi knight. He is tall and handsome, a little older than I am perhaps, and I must admit I feel attracted to him. I wonder how different life would be for Ani and me if we had someone like that to protect us. I have felt so safe since he first walked in the door, a feeling I have not felt since I was about Anakin's age.

He is obviously powerful, but he is so gentle. I find myself wondering... Well, there is no point in thinking on it. Such things are impossible.

Apparently they are trapped here until they can get a part from Watto that they need. To do that, they need money. And the only way to get money...is for Ani to race his pod in the Boonta Eve race tomorrow.

And I gave my permission. My stomach churns just thinking about it. He built the pod himself from junk and scraps, so I cannot even console myself by thinking that it is built to protect him. I know my son, and the only thing he built it for is to go fast.

The girl is laying in my bed, pretending to be asleep. She does not say much, but what she does say reveals much, at least to me. If that girl is just a simple handmaiden, then I am a Hutt. Unless where she is from, handmaidens are accustomed to giving orders and having them obeyed. I can tell that she does not like taking orders from Master Jinn and I wonder what brings them together.

I should be getting to sleep now, though I could stand to write quite a bit more if I want to have any chance of sleeping. I probably am better off awake anyway–if I slept, I would only have nightmares of Ani racing and crashing again.

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