But then...NO, my saber DID NOT malfunction.
I began to have these flashbacks...repetitive visions and nightmares bad enough to the point in which I began to have seizures. I didn't think much of it at all at first, but then Rebecca began to have the same visions.
Many sleepless nights ensued. You begin to get this washed out look after the first five days.
I couldn't make anything of my visions at all. A child in pain? My kids are grown.
Then I met *her*...
A child of five years, imprisoned by my own master, until she escaped. Upon further investigation, I determined that she was not a child, but a clone. A hybrid clone containing both mine and Rebecca's DNA, designed as a cruel solution to end my reign as Palpatine's apprentice, by my master himself.
She is now my daughter. Her name is Cesera.
I must confess, I'm new at this "dad from the start" thing, considering that both the twins were grown before I found out I was their father. Cesera is five. What does one do with a five year old? Oh, Force, I hope I don't accidentally break her. Perhaps she's more durable than one Padme Amidala.
I wonder how she'll turn out. She seems a little dark...stealing mommy's pancakes, "Force manipulating" daddy for more cake with that unrefusable smile of hers...
Perhaps she's more like me than I know.
Mmm, most impressive indeed...
ReplyDeleteIt's my first time being a parent, too, so you're not alone in this. We're learning, together. Thank the Force she's amused by the simplest of things... like stealing my pancakes. ;)