Oh My Maker, I Found My Diary

A few weeks ago, got home from picking up my beautiful Rose at school and there was a package waiting for me. Smallish box, return address...The Coruscant Children's Home (The orphanage where I was raised.) When I left a few years ago, I had thought I'd taken every paltry item that I owned. Apparently not. Picked up the box, took it upstairs, put it in the closet, and forgot about it. Yesterday, I found it again while clearing out some of my clothes to make room for maternity wear. (Yes, its that time. My regular clothes don't fit. And you know what, I don't mind and Echo doesn't seem to mind my tummy getting big.) Took the box out, put it on the bed, and opened it. At first, I was glad I was alone. Didn't know what was in the box. The first thing I found was a letter :

Dear Disco,
      In cleaning out the storage closets at the home, I found this box of items that belong to you. They appear to be papers, books, and some clothing. I hope I was correct in sending them on to you.

Sincerely,
Mrs Charles

She was never one to be verbose.

There were papers, drawings...bad ones, and there at the bottom was my diary. I had received it as a gift on Christmas one year...I was 15, I think. Some rich people decided to do a good deed and donated gifts to the orphanage.That sounded catty. I'm sure they were nice people who wanted to cheer up a bunch of orphans. I think I got the diary because it was the only gift appropriate for my age. A few diaries for the older kids amongst a bunch of toys. I wanted a toy.

When Deliah Blue walked in I had just started flipping through and reading my excruciatingly bad poetry. Don't know why i even tried.  I must have thought that if one had a diary, one had to write things that were deep and meaningful. Luckily, I trusted Blue to let her read some with me. Oh, we had a good laugh. Think tonight I'll start really reading it. See what 10 years have changed, besides the married, mommy, pregnant part. And living in a castle instead of an orphanage, and having friends, and a family...and my own TIE Fighter.