In a Galaxy Far, Far Away…
I spent the next 16 years in a self-imposed exile. I hadn’t planned on the life I loved disappearing before my eyes but that’s exactly what had happened. In so many ways…
See, about the same time my world crumbled I discovered I was pregnant. I never intended to have children and this news just added to an overwhleming sense of defeat. I reluctantly returned to my parent’s home. There I helped with the family business, did my tailoring and raised my son, Bermuda Jr.
True to his nature, Bermuda was in and out of our lives over the course of those years. He was never around long enough to be full time father so B.J. readily accepted the attention and advice of an old man who lived nearby. I didn’t realize it at the time but this man was busy filling my son’s head with silly ideas about ‘the force’ and other such ideas. I regret not having put a stop to it sooner.
By the time I’d heard that things had changed and it might be safe to return to my life in Theed, it was too late. B.J. was a stubborn, independent-minded 16 year old with his heart set on becoming a ‘jedi’. Following in his parent’s footsteps, he left home young to go seek his own path. While I never agreed with the path he chose, I’m secretly proud that he had the courage to follow his heart.
Free of the responsibility of raising him, I longed to go home. I flew into Bestine nervous, not knowing what to expect. I was very disappointed to find things so different. So quiet.
Trainers were gone. There was no longer a tailor trainer in Bestine.
The cantinas were empty.
Even busy Mos Eisley was quiet. A ghost town.
Coronet, Theed,… the story was the same everywhere. Everyone was gone.
I really didn’t know at this point what would happen. I didn’t know what to do. The task of rebuilding my life seemed daunting and I wondered if it was worth even attempting. I travelled the galaxy searching for an answer…
Awesome stories… You are inspiring me to write better.