Dear Mom,

I feel like I don't know you anymore. Twice they've let me see you, twice in ten years. And each time you look the same, but you always say how much I've grown and changed. I want to be your Ani again. I want to come home.

Obi-Wan says hello. He's been spending a lot of time at the Senate lately. My classes are going well. I passed my fifth level 'saber skills yesterday. Obi-Wan said I did very well. That's usually all I get out of him.

I've made some friends here at the Temple, but none like my ones on Tatooine. Are Kitster and Wald still around? I write to Padmé, too. She's a senator, now. Obi-Wan has spoken to her and he says she's a very competent representative of her people. That's, word for word, what he said.

Is Watto treating you all right? He'd better, because if he doesn't, I'll. . . . Obi-Wan keeps telling me anger is not of the Jedi, and I guess he's right. But he doesn't know that I still have doubts about rather I really am a Jedi.

Please don't worry about me, Mom. I love you and I think about you every day. You keep me going when I want to give up, just like you always have.



Love,

Ani