It was during Christmas, light snow scattered across the lawns and decorations hung over people's homes. You had agreed to go to Ghosts to visit his mom with him.

You stood on the doorstep of the old house, Ghost entered first and hugged his mother. "Hey mum," he said, kissing the top of her head and giving her a box of butter cookies.

He saw the look you gave him and raised an eyebrow "What, never seen someone give their mother a gift?" he spoke gruffly.