Dear Mama,

I remember you. I know it sounds strange, but I remember you. I remember you looking in my face and touching my cheek. I remember you saying my name. I don't know why. I don't know how. But I remember you. I know it's impossible, that you died in childbirth with me, that I was adopted by Mom and Dad hours after your death, that I was at most seven minutes old when you died, but I remember you. I dream about you. I miss you. I wish you hadn't died.

I dream about having a brother. I call him Luke in my dreams. My friend, Marianne, has a twin brother. I wish I had a twin, but I'm already born so that won't happen.

I'm watching a Holonet show on Senators and their staff right now. I love politics. Did you? Maybe I could be Supreme Chancellor someday after the Rebellion kicks the Emperor's behind into the depths of the nearest black hole. I hate that man. I hate him with a violent passion. He is EVIL. I swear. My first word was "Bad" while pointing towards him.

I think Senator Amidala was amazing. She slipped up as Queen when she got Palpatine elected for Chancellor, but she was fourteen. She's got to mess up sometime. She's human just like us. She fought and probably died for what she thought was right, and frankly, I think it's right too. I say probably because the Emperor says that she was killed by the Jedi. But I say that's hogwash cause she helped found the Rebel Alliance and the Jedi didn't like Palpatine either.

I'm out of paper. I love you a whole lot.

Leia Amidala Organa

P.S. It's not that I'm unhappy with Mom and Dad, it's just that sometimes I wish I wasn't adopted and that I had real parents. I don't even know anything about Papa.