A/N: I do not own Star Trek nor Vulcan nor Spock. That's the late and great Roddenberry. Enjoy!

Amanda fought the urge to check the time again. She clipped a few of the leaves off the flower she was working on and caved in. It was only five minutes since she had last checked her clock. She was mentally able to convert Earth time to Vulcan time since her watch wasn't made on Vulcan. She still had a few minutes to go.

It was Spock's first day of school and she wanted to be ready to hear everything as soon as he got home. She hadn't imagined how hard it would be to send him off by himself but he couldn't imagine her coming with him. He seemed far too old as he began his journey that morning, trekking the entire way by himself. The independent headstrong child. He gets that from Sarek, she thought.

She picked up her tools and put them back in the drawers on the shelves before wiping her hands on her apron and leaving her greenhouse. It was nearly impossible to grow anything from Earth on Vulcan due to the extreme heat, but she had found some lovely Vulcan plants she enjoyed taming. She viewed it as a challenge to figure out what they needed and how best to care for them. Much in the same way she treated Sarek and Spock.

She went inside as sat at the table, watching the time pass slowly. It seemed like hours before she heard Spock entering the house. Trying to control herself, she calmly made her way into the room to see her baby boy.

"Good afternoon mother," he said calmly.

"Spock," she said as she sat down. "How was your day at school?"

"The experience overall was pleasant. I enjoyed the method of instruction, though I feel I already know some of what they were trying to teach."

"Now Spock," she said gently, "You're very smart, but you can't act like you know everything. No one likes a braggart."

"I was in no way implying that I was smarter than the others, mother, I was just saying that I am informed of some of the subjects."

She tried to cover her smile but didn't do a very good job of it. He was just so cute.

"So you like school?"

He seemed to consider this, "I am grateful for the opportunity to learn."

She couldn't hide her laugh this time. When she watched him, she could have sworn she saw the hint of a smile on the corner of his mouth. He set his bag on the ground and climbed onto the couch next to her.

"I have a question, mother."

"What is your question?"

"Am I different?"

It was the subject she had carefully avoided since he had learned to talk. She had long anticipated his asking, but wasn't sure when it would come. She saw his observing eyes look at her ears, notice her smiles and almost compare them visually with his fathers. He had to have known that she was not Vulcan, but had never asked.

"Yes, Spock'em, you are."

"How? I do not look like you, I look like a Vulcan. You are not Vulcan."

"I am human and you are half human. Your father is Vulcan and you are half Vulcan."

He looked forward, contemplating such a statement.

"Does that make me more human or more Vulcan?"

"You are more Spock. You are equally human and Vulcan."

"The others, they said I was not a real Vulcan. They said I couldn't be a Vulcan."

"Oh, Spock," she reached down to pull her child close to her, "If you choose to be a Vulcan, a Vulcan you will be."

"Can you choose to be a Vulcan, mother?"

"No," she looked in his eyes. His human eyes. "I am a human."

"So am I," he said as he leaned into her.

She rested her cheek on his dark hair and wondered how long it would take for him to resent everything she had tried to build for him. Soon, he would discover how hard being an outcast would be. As she held him for the time she could, she wondered if they had done the right thing. One day, her little boy would be a man, and he would have to choose between his two cultures. One day.