Misrepresented
"I'm jealous of you."
Sokka looked up from his spot before the fire, meeting the lost eyes of his sister.
"You can remember her," she uttered with a weak sigh. "You can remember mum."
He offered her a small smile, pushing up from his crouching position and making his way to her side. He sat besides her, pulling her close. Now, late into the night, was the only time he shielded her from the world and got to play the big brother. It was at this time every night that she relied on him.
He spoke to her softly, not bothering to hide the pride that always found its way into his voice. He told Katara of the beauty and stubbornness that he remembered to be their mother. He spoke of the trust she gained from those around her without the slightest effort. She was loving and considerate, always looking out for others, a true hero in her own right.
Katara's eyes brightened, a content smile forming on her lips as he effortlessly told her everything that came to mind. He told her the exact same things he'd told her last night and the night before that.
Just like she did every night, his little sister slowly drifted off to sleep, curled up by his side. And, just like she did every night, Toph gave him a small sympathetic smile, understanding what his sister did not.
A/N Just to clear things up, Sokka can't remember their mother any clearer than Katara can. When the thought of their mother comes to mind all he sees is Katara.