PUSHING THROUGH THE RACING CROWDS IS never an easy feat — but it’s one he always manages to achieve, or at least try. ever since watto sold him back to gardulla — he might belong to her and jabba; he’s not really sure — he’s been making breaks for mom’s house after a pod-race finishes. he’ll get a sound beating for it when the guards catch up with him, but he doesn’t care. not when he finds mom and runs into her arms — just as he does now, outside one of the mos espa cantinas. he buries his face in her rough-spun clothes, holding tightly, never-minding his racing injuries and dirt. “ i miss you, mom. ” it’s what he always says, emotion choking his voice. watto says he’s stupid for acting the way he does about all this; after all, no slave’s mother ever tells her children that they’ll always be together. but anakin has always been far too attached. // @ofstarrynights .










