Mother's Day (for Meg)

[polly_okeefe]

Sundays were the worst. Six days of the week, I kept myself busy at the preschool, or helping out around the kitchen, but then Sunday morning would roll around and I would feel that I'd been in the kitchen too long, and I'd have nothing to do for a whole day. And that's not a good situation to be in.

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[unextrordinary]

I miss my mother. I don't think that's ever going to stop. It's been two years and the twins have come and gone and my world has grown and collapsed, but I miss her. I miss her smell and her weird cooking habits and the look on Daddy's face. I want them both to be here, right now forever and always and to bring Charles with them.

Still I can't make them come and I can't get back, so life goes on. I had been throwing things in my pack, prepping for the day when there is a knock on the door. Frowning slightly as I open, I'm still surprised by who it is.

"Oh, Polly. Hi."

[polly_okeefe]

It's still a little disconcerting, seeing Mother's face, so familiar and yet so different, but I push my nerves aside. "Um... Happy Mother's Day, Mother." I hold up my covered pot. "I brought a small treat."

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"Oh. It is that Sunday isn't it?" I had mostly forgotten, which happens since the need to celebrate it has passed me by.

Seeing her there, all open and eager tells me I can't tell her to go away. Especially since she has brought food with her. "Um...thanks. Come in, come in."

[polly_okeefe]

I stepped across the threshold. Daddy didn't appear to be here. "I hope I'm not interrupting anything," I said. "It's just I-- Well... I wanted to see you."

To thank you, I thought. For everything. For taking me in when I was too afraid to go home after meeting the altered Doctor. For arguing with me when I decided to go after him, hiking along the border with dinosaur territory. Because, it's Mother's Day and, even at nineteen, you're still in all the important ways my mother.

I uncovered the pot. "You remember the story you used to tell me a lot about how Grand tried to make cookies with a bunsen burner? Well... I made some special cookies."

I'd bartered some wheat flour for a couple more hours work in the Compound, and I'd taken a hammer to the last of my chocolate stores from Halloween. The rest was a family recipe using materials readily available: chocolate chip flatbreads.