Rosemary wouldn't ever quite move on. Not truly.

How could she? A marriage for nearly thirty years suddenly being torn from beneath you wasn't just something you could get over. Especially not with one so loving; one so passionate and full of life. Quite literally at that: Jack and her had three kids.

Had. They had three kids.

God only knows why Edd and Molly's number came up for the lottery of all lotteries. Maybe they weren't dead, but it'd been over an entire year since then. Keeping the hope that her two youngest might suddenly just pop back up was just plain delusional. Idiotic even. Rosemary was a smart woman, she knew the chances were slim to none. Though, It was a mother's job to worry.

Now all that was left Sophie. Her eldest was practically all she had left in the world.

It was Christmas time. The second Thanksgiving ended the mistletoe and angels came spewing forth. She shared the sentiment; Christmas was her favorite holiday! Presents were a hell of a thing to look forward to. Mostly for the kids, but Rosemary had gotten her fair share of knitting and art supplies respectfully.

Last minute shopping never hurt anybody. Most of the time anyways.

"Sophie, stop scaring that poor boy."

"...he looked at me funny, mom."

All Rosemary could do was let that signature exasperated smile cross her face while she shook her head. Sophie had always been irascible, but after...everything, she'd grown even more irritable. It was starting to cause problems at school.

There was only so much she could do.

Distracted, Rosemary hummed while she perused the shelves. She'd gotten basically everything she'd needed–all of the champagne wasn't on the list–but there was one thing left: the damn ham. As unfocused on her surroundings as she was, the feeling, and sound, of her buggy hitting someone was a startle.

Sophie quickly turned around and moved a few feet to the right to give the appearance that the red faced woman apologizing profusely wasn't actually her mother.

"Oh! Oh my–I'm so sorry!"