Author's note: this is a Marionverse story; to understand this you must read Child of Time and Guardian of Time to understand this. This is also for the RRA mother and child post a thon.
When Marion was five and in her boarding school she heard about mother's day. Her teacher gave them an hour off to make cards. While the other children mucked about cutting out flowers and gluing bits of card together. Marion sat there quietly reading.
"Marion dear, why aren't you making a card for mother's day?" the teacher asked kindly
She looked up "I don't have a mother, she died when I was a baby" she said calmly "can I go back to my book please?"
The teacher blinked, confused how the child can say something calmly and not shed a tear to not having a mother.
The next Sunday the parents were visiting the children. Marion sat curled up in the library researching the Tudors for her next history lesson.
"Mummy, this is Marion my roommate and my best friend" Katie said introducing the girl to her mother.
The woman was beautiful with long blonde hair and sparkly blue eyes. She looked like a fairytale princess maybe that was how her mummy looked like.
"Hello Marion" the woman said pleasantly "now Katie show me your classroom, I'm dying to meet your teacher."
Marion watched the mother and child walk out the library, she couldn't help feeling a pang of envy, and she wished she had a mummy. Her mummy would have blonde hair and sparkly blue eyes just like Katie's mummy. But she would not wear smart suites; she would wear jeans or dresses. She wouldn't stink of expensive perfume but of roses. She would give her long loving hugs, and read her bedtime stories and brush her hair, just like Aunt Sarah Jane.
She was almost sixteen when she finally met her mother. She was so much better than anything she dreamed off. It was early march when the two of them landed on earth. Posters of mother's day was plastered all over the shops.
"I never liked mother's day" Marion whispered "at my school, they would have a special day for mothers to come up to spend the day with their children. The same for father's day. Aunt Sarah Jane used to come up but it was never the same."
Rose pulled Marion into a hug "my darling girl" she whispered "lets spend the day just us two, go shopping drive your father mad, yeah?"
Marion smiled taking a deep breath picking up the smell of lavender. Her mum thinks it's too cliché to smell like roses.
"Could you wait I need to post something" Marion said. Rose barley nodded as she ran off to find the nearest post box. Sarah Jane may not be her mother but she certainly deserves a mother's day card.
After all she brushed Marion's hair, clothed her, fed her, protected her, told her stories and she nagged her like mothers do.