As long as I remember he always was with me. His name was Lukki Skeiwalker, at least he told me so. He had red-blond hair, wore a suit with a red tie most of the time and was happy at every minute of his life. The first time we met my mother wasn't at home. She only was away for half a hour, taking my father to the airport.  I was seven years old at this time and my world was all about unicorns and fairy dust. And into this stereotyped girls-world entered Lukki Skeiwalker. He told me that he was a friend of my mother and only want to see if everything is alright. I was very naive back in this days and that's the reason why I believed him. He asked me if there is something that I want and I told him that I was hungry. He took me at my hand and together we walked to the kitchen. But he didn't make dinner for me. He showed me how to.

When my mother came back, she found me with a big plate of spaghetti in my hands. At first she didn't know how to react but then asked me how I could reach the upper cupboard. I looked at her with a blankly view and answered that it was Lukki Skeiwalker who gave me the spaghetti pack. He was standing right next to me. For a long minute my mother didn't say anything but then she thanked him for his help. That she only did this so I'm not confused I realized many years later.