Author - fistofthedarklord (from the Jedi Council forums)
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Shmi...my, Shmi...
Is that all? 'It was nice of you to drop by with Rhun', Shmi...when you handed that last note to Watto to hand to me, and I didn't even see you, I realised something. I've lost you. Its more than my selling you now. I've been waiting to lay my eyes on you again for ten years and now I can't bear to look at you. I'm glad you saw Rhun. I'm glad you saw your son. And I swear before God of the Sands and the waters (scarce though they be of this waste land) if he does not know you for who you are, I will take that shame with me to my grave.
I can tell the veiled resentment in your letter because I would not wait after receiving that letter to set upon you my own, rough, dirty farmer eyes. I'm no saint. You are. I'm not. I'm a filthy vagabond of a husband, and a father, and I deserve everything that's happening to me. I'm paying Watto to let Rhun spend the night with you. Two nights. Tonight, and tomorrow, and I'll pick him up in the following morning after that. Just don't be anywhere in sight. Please. I can't bear to look at you, and I don't want you to see me. Not as I am. I am so filthy. So low. I'm not the man I used to be. I am not worthy to have you as my wife. Goodbye.
-a lonely man.
P.S. I'm not returning to the farm tonight, but I have a farm hand watching the place and Owen while I see about some business in time. So I have no new news to bring to you concerning the farm. Now about buying you, I've been meaning too, and I have offered Watto money in the past, but I can't. Not at the price he's 'offering' right now. Rhun's medical treatments are simply too expensive. I'm sorry, Shmi. I'm sorry. I thought I'd one day soon have the money to buy both of you but Rhun's injuries have definitely delayed the process.
P.P.S. I can't let go of the past. The past is before me every day of my wretched life. I simply can't. Every time I gaze upon the vacancy of our bed, and I see the forlorn faces of our sons, it reminds me. I'm a sinner, and a tratiorous, no good rotten dad. I never should have sold you. But I had no choice. Unless it was better that we all should have died together and free, than split up with a starnge boy that is my son, whom I've never seen, half way across the galaxy, far far away.
