He was meant to help them. Born for it. Born to be a Jedi. Which makes it
even more peculiar that he was born here, on Tattooine. To me, a slave.
My little Anakin was always a special boy: he gave without thinking of others; he knew nothing of pain, of hatred, of suffering. He had had no chance to learn of the evils of life, as a slave he knew nothing than how to serve. This is how it was supposed to be, but Anakin was never like that. He never had a 'slave temperament'. Such a happy boy, full of life and energy. Playing with his friends, building that protocol droid. Even competing in those awful races. The races that turned out to be his ticket away from this place.
From the moment the Jedi and his companions walked into Watto's shop, Ani's fate was sealed. Of this I am sure. This Force of theirs drew them together. I could feel it when he brought them home to shelter from the sandstorm. There was a connection of some sort between Anakin and Qui-Gon Jinn. He seems a very nice man, and I'm sure he'll take good care of Ani - but I cannot help but worry. He is my son; it is natural that I worry about him.
I do not know where he is or what he is doing and it pains me. He is somewhere in the centre of the galaxy. Coruscant. He has never been off Tattooine before, and he's there with people he doesn't know, that I don't know. They won't harm him; of this much I can be sure, but still. There is this feeling of mistrust, of anger at these people for taking my son from me. He is so young, has so much to do with his life, so much to learn.
It's for his own good, I know it is. He deserves so much more than what I can give him, than the slave life he was born into. To be a Jedi has always been his dream, and now it seems it his is destiny - his dream come true. The last thing he said to me was that he would come back and free me, but I cannot help but wonder. Will I really see him again? Will I even be able to communicate with him? Send him letters? See photos of him growing up. As a Jedi.
There is a selfish part of me that almost wishes I had never let him go - he is my life, my reason for living. For getting up every day. And now he is gone, and my life is so empty, meaningless. I awaken, I work, I eat and I sleep. My days filled once again with the weakness of my position. I worry that he will forget me; forget his own mother and his life back here when he becomes accustomed to the grandiose life in the city. After all, he did leave here on a Queen's starship. Imagine that - my Anakin and a Queen. I wonder what she is like? Did she meet Ani? What did she think of him? Was he polite and well behaved?
He was brought up to be well behaved and polite, is he still behaving himself, or has he been corrupted by the power and wealth that the universe has to offer. His new life is his destiny, and I pray to the Force that it takes good care of him
My little Anakin was always a special boy: he gave without thinking of others; he knew nothing of pain, of hatred, of suffering. He had had no chance to learn of the evils of life, as a slave he knew nothing than how to serve. This is how it was supposed to be, but Anakin was never like that. He never had a 'slave temperament'. Such a happy boy, full of life and energy. Playing with his friends, building that protocol droid. Even competing in those awful races. The races that turned out to be his ticket away from this place.
From the moment the Jedi and his companions walked into Watto's shop, Ani's fate was sealed. Of this I am sure. This Force of theirs drew them together. I could feel it when he brought them home to shelter from the sandstorm. There was a connection of some sort between Anakin and Qui-Gon Jinn. He seems a very nice man, and I'm sure he'll take good care of Ani - but I cannot help but worry. He is my son; it is natural that I worry about him.
I do not know where he is or what he is doing and it pains me. He is somewhere in the centre of the galaxy. Coruscant. He has never been off Tattooine before, and he's there with people he doesn't know, that I don't know. They won't harm him; of this much I can be sure, but still. There is this feeling of mistrust, of anger at these people for taking my son from me. He is so young, has so much to do with his life, so much to learn.
It's for his own good, I know it is. He deserves so much more than what I can give him, than the slave life he was born into. To be a Jedi has always been his dream, and now it seems it his is destiny - his dream come true. The last thing he said to me was that he would come back and free me, but I cannot help but wonder. Will I really see him again? Will I even be able to communicate with him? Send him letters? See photos of him growing up. As a Jedi.
There is a selfish part of me that almost wishes I had never let him go - he is my life, my reason for living. For getting up every day. And now he is gone, and my life is so empty, meaningless. I awaken, I work, I eat and I sleep. My days filled once again with the weakness of my position. I worry that he will forget me; forget his own mother and his life back here when he becomes accustomed to the grandiose life in the city. After all, he did leave here on a Queen's starship. Imagine that - my Anakin and a Queen. I wonder what she is like? Did she meet Ani? What did she think of him? Was he polite and well behaved?
He was brought up to be well behaved and polite, is he still behaving himself, or has he been corrupted by the power and wealth that the universe has to offer. His new life is his destiny, and I pray to the Force that it takes good care of him