My parents died when I was two, and I got adopted by the tribe that killed them. Not that I knew this for years. Because my adoptive father promised he wouldn't tell me until I turned nine, and then not until I agreed to go and take up the challenge of surviving in the Jundland Wastes for a week. Which was also when he sort of dropped it on me that by the way, if I hadn't gotten taken off to the Jedi academy when I turned nine? They were going to take me to Mos Eisley and leave me there to fend for myself.
Aaaaaaaaand these days I've sort of been informally adopted by my dead boyfriend's parents.
Oh, and did I mention I also have memories in my head of growing up in a Yuuzhan Vong creche?
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Aaaaaaaaand these days I've sort of been informally adopted by my dead boyfriend's parents.
Oh, and did I mention I also have memories in my head of growing up in a Yuuzhan Vong creche?
It's fun.
Really.