Disclaimer: Star Wars isn't mine. It's all Lucas's.
Laundry. If there was any chore Jacen Solo hated more than anything, it was laundry.
Jacen's parents had given him and his siblings a job. They rotated ever four months. Right now, Anakin was in charge of running the sweeper and dusting. Jaina's job was cleaning 3-PO and the dishes.
Jacen had always hated laundry. He couldn't stand reading tags to know what went where. Why couldn't everything be washed in one setting? Jacen had ruined Jaina's favorite shirt a few years ago. He didn't want that to happen again. He especially hated it when he had to go through underware. It was so disgusting!
Laundry was worse now that Chewbacca was dead. Now all of his Dad's clothes smelled like alcohol. They were stained with sweat, alcohol, and who knew what else? Jacen had to wash his father's clothes twice. He found several with rips in them. Jacen had to really scrub to get the stains out. He wondered why he bothered. All his father was going to do was stain them again. Maybe he thought he could wash away the problems.
Jacen set down one of Han's shirts. Next in the pile was one of his mother's dresses. In the laundry seemed to be the only place his parents were together- through their clothes.
Jacen dropped the dress. Chores weren't suppose to make him think. He reached into the pile. He grabbed one of his shirts. His shirts wouldn't make him think. He would go back to his parents laundry later. He just wasn't up to thinking right now.
At least he would get to start dusting and vacuuming soon. Jaina would get laundry duty.
Jacen threw some clothes in the washer and left the room.
Far too much thinking for such a simple chore.