Author: CaraJinn Era: Immediately after Order 66 - sort of. Genre: Drama/Humor Characters: Obi-Wan Kenobi Summary: The day Obi-Wan Kenobi left Polis Massa with little Luke Skywalker, he was given a notebook from Bail Organa. This became the first of his notations from the life in the Tatooinian desert. Author's notes: Story is written as a contribution to DDC 2019 ....... Scribble 1: Dear Diary Oh, Force. What have I done? I promised to bring young Luke to his family on the starforsaken dustball that is Tatooine, but I forgot one very important thing. I know nothing about infants, let alone newborn ones. Nobody even asked me to do it, I volunteered. Stupid, stupid, stupid Kenobi. Of all the unbelievable stupid things I have ever done in my life, this must be among the top 10. And even there it's ranking high. But, to my excuse, there weren't anyone else available to do it. Bail has to take Leia back home to Breha, and sending Yoda all the way to Tatooine with a wailing infant that is almost half his size already? Impossible. So, it had to be me. We couldn't involve anyone else in this mess. Fortunately he's been asleep almost since we left and I really really really hope it will stay that way for a long time yet. I simply don't know what to do when he awakens. I never had anything to do with the infants in the creche. I came to good terms with the older initiates but I kept well clear of the smaller ones. For some reason I asked Bail to give me this book. I feel that I have to keep track on what's happening from now on. It's probably even more stupid than believing I can take care of a baby. Maybe it's a way of getting the last few days horrendous events out of my system. I think no meditation can do that, but maybe putting words to it can? One day, eons from now, days like these will appear like written in sand? Right?