Title: I Did My Best
Summary: There seemed to be a million pairs of eyes on him, and part of him wanted to run away, but he kept his posture straight.
A/N: This little drabble is dedicated to the anon that sent me a request for a short fic (drabbles, I call them) about Marcus as a child. The tree was the only thing in which seemed to work perfectly. Please enjoy.
Marcus Kane had just turned ten years old. He was now old enough to be the tender of the tree. He couldn't wait to make his Mom proud. He looked down at his clothes. Mismatched and handed down from another family, but he had took extra special care in making sure they were clean and pressed and that he presented himself perfectly.
He stood at the front of the mess hall, watching as everyone came in and took their seats. There seemed to be a million pairs of eyes on him, and part of him wanted to run away, but he kept his posture straight. He smiled at his Mom as she walked in and started the ceremony.
He moved slowly, reverently between the rows and collected the water offering for the tree. He was in awe at how much he collected. He carefully poured the water into the tree's potted bottom and was careful to not spill a drop.
He felt her hand on his back. He looked up at her as she beamed down at him. He just wanted to make his Mom proud.
"You did wonderful, Marcus. Thank you." Vera Kane's smile touched all those that were lucky enough to receive it.