Around the corner by the refrigerated deli case, I saw Tasha standing with her daughter, Madison.

Madison had her long blonde hair twisted up in a claw clip.

She was tapping her pink acrylic nails on the back of her phone case while Tasha loaded the cart.

Tasha had on her tailored wool jacket and a gold necklace.

She stopped in front of the specialty cheese case, checking her reflection in the glass door as she smoothed her collar.

I watched her take three little packages off the top shelf and drop them in the cart.