Sarah Rogers was taken too early in the world according to her son and daughter, passing away at the age of thirty-four. The young mother was an Irish immigrant along with her husband Joseph. They migrated to America to pursue a better life, Joseph immigrated five years before Sarah, wanting to find and establish an income so he could bring her over. The young couple were living in Brooklyn, New York when Sarah found out she was expecting her first baby in 1917. She never had the best of health conditions but she persisted in the pregnancy, resulting in her son being born prematurely and sickly.

Steven Grant Rogers was born July fourth, 1918. The birthday of America, and the land Sarah and Joseph now called home. The doctors had told the young couple that he wouldn't live to see the morning, being born prematurely and his lungs not being completely developed. But even barely being a day old, Steve Rogers never gave up on his life. He persisted, and despite his size, he proved the doctors wrong. He would have many complications growing up that Sarah and Joseph would try to help, his asthma being one of the worst. But the small family kept their heads up and in two years after Steve was born, the family of three became a family of four.

Mary Elizabeth Rogers was born September eleventh, 1920. Arriving on her due date, she was healthy as a baby could be. Which made Sarah and Joseph both relieved. Steve, despite only being two years old, was quite taken with his baby sister. Never wanting to part from her, for if she left his tiny arms, harm would befall her. The mother was proud of her son for being so young, so sickly, but still wanting to protect his little sister.

But in 1923, Joseph lost his job, and their happy home slowly became a shell of what it used to be. The father was driven to depression, not being able to provide for his family, especially with his son needing medical attention regularly it seemed. So Sarah decided it was her turn to try and find work. She found work in a factory making clothes. But it meant leaving her son of five years and daughter of three. She didn't know until it was too late, that her husband was sneaking some of the money she earned to put to his increasing drinking addiction.

Joseph became a drunk and the good man Sarah Bryne had married, was gone. He became aggressive towards his family, lashing out at Steve's asthma attacks, Mary's crying. Anything. And in 1924, Joseph passed away in his sleep. His son was the one to find him, slouched in his chair in their small apartment they had to move into due to the father losing his job. It was hard for Sarah to cope with the loss of her beloved husband and father to the two most precious gifts she had received.

Steve began to question why his father acted like his did, he couldn't understand why his father would lash out at him for something he had no control over. Mary could hardly process who her father was. The young daughter only knew her father with a glass in his hand, and even at the age of four, she decided she'd never touch the type of drink she witnessed her father die of.

"Ma? Why did Pa have to leave us?" Mary asked her mother who was making dinner at the time. The young daughter loved watching her mother work in the home, following her around as if she was a duckling. Steve was at the table practicing his reading.

Sarah Rogers looked down at her brunette haired daughter, her father's hair color. Steve had Joseph's blue eyes and Sarah's blonde hair. Mary was gifted with her mother's eyes, the hazel color. She turned off the stove and squatted down to her daughter's height to look her in the eyes, her hands placed lightly on Mary's arms. "Pa was needed elsewhere." Sarah replied softly, to Steve and Mary, her voice was that of an angel. And when she sang, it was the only thing that soothed their nightmares.

"Elsewhere? Where's that, Ma?" Mary asked with a tilt of her head, her hazel eyes wide in curiosity. The mother chuckled softly, her Irish accent was thick at times but her time in America had caused it to not be as prominent. But Steve and Mary loved when their mother would speak in her native tongue, the son always was intrigued by his mother's heritage. She would swear in her native tongue of Gaelic so her children would not pick up on it in English.

"Somewhere very far away that we cannot reach, my love." Sarah replied. A sad smile graced her lips as she thought about her husband, she was sad and heartbroken that he passed, but his abusive nature caused her to not mourn him as she would had he not became violent with his words. "Do you miss him?"

Mary furrowed her eyebrows in thought, her lips pouting slightly as she looked up at her mother, "No." She says, "Do you, Ma?"

"Sometimes, i remember how we were back home in Dublin." Sarah responds wistfully, "The man your father was when i fell in love with him."

"Do you miss your home, Ma?" Steve asked from his seat at the table, his blue eyes shining brightly as he looked at his mother. Sarah often spoke of the family she had left back home in Dublin, Ireland, Steve and Mary had grandparents they would probably never meet in their lifetimes, an aunt as well. It made the mother sad her family would never come to know her beloved son and daughter, but she knew that being in America was the best place for them to be.

"I do, i miss my family, your grandparents would've loved you." Sarah replies softly, moving the food she had prepared onto plates, setting them down on the table, "But this is our home now. We need to live here, in the present, and not in the past."

"Not the past!" Mary cheered as she climbed the chair with her stubby legs.

Sarah laughed, kissing the top of her daughter's head, "That's right, darling, not the past."

Steve smiles at his sister and mother, "Don't worry about us, Ma. I'm the man of the house now, i'll take care of us." He states proudly, he truly wanted to be the one to take care of his family, his precious mother and beloved sister. He wanted to protect them, even if his body couldn't handle it.

"Thank you, Steven." Sarah says with a smile on her face and it only makes her son beam wider.

It was 1930 when Mary and Steve brought home their first friend to meet their mother, James Buchanan Barnes. Mary was ten and Steve was twelve, their friend who went by Bucky, was thirteen. It warmed Sarah's heart to know her children had a friend looking out for them. The young teen seemed protective of the Rogers siblings, both Steve and Mary. When he was introduced to the mother, Steve had a swollen and bloody nose. Sarah's brave boy had stood up for his sister at school and wound up getting into a fight, but Bucky had come to his aide, and the rest to the three friends, was history.

Steve, Bucky and Mary became the infamous trio to the two households of Rogers and Barnes, and no where in Brooklyn did anyone ever see the trio be apart. They were always together. Steve getting into fights to defend someone or his sister and Bucky coming in to help became the normal. And it ended up with Mary always patching both boys up with her small medical kit she started to carry around in her small purse handed down to her from her mother.

While Steve and Mary grew into young teens, Sarah's health began to decline. Winifred and George Barnes were always having the Rogers siblings over so Sarah didn't have to tell her children she was not getting healthier. The mother knew it was a matter of time before she passed, but she fought her decline in health. She wanted to see her son graduate from high-school. And in 1936, Mary and Sarah sat with the Barnes family as they watched both boys walk the stage in the small school to get their diplomas. Sarah knew that something was going on between her daughter and the young Barnes boy. And before she passed, she wanted to know her children would be cared for and protected.

It was later that same day after the graduation that the Rogers and Barnes families were celebrating at Bucky's family home. Sarah sat in the sofa per Winifred's request with iced tea in her hands, she could see her daughter swinging on the tire swing that hung from the giant tree in the Barnes's family backyard, Bucky pushing her as Steve sat adjacent to the two, sketching them together. Sarah smiled when she saw the brightest smile on Mary's face that she had ever seen. She knew that she wanted to speak with the Barnes boy before it became too late. So when everyone was inside, she called him over to where she was seated.

"Mrs Rogers?" The eighteen year old boy, who was no longer a boy, asked. He and Sarah knew each other well, but the mother of his two best friends always let them do their own thing without stepping in.

"Bucky, you know Sarah is fine." The mother reminds him and the boy sheepishly smiles as he sits on a chair beside the sofa. "I've known you since you were a boy."

"Right, my Ma just always wants Becky and I to respect our elders. Not that you're an elder, i mean you are-" Bucky rambles, clearly nervous about talking with Sarah for some reason today. Perhaps it was because just recently that he had started to develop feelings for the woman in front of him's daughter. He had begun feeling differently towards Mary at his birthday party when he turned seventeen, he just didn't know what those feelings meant at the time. It wasn't until Becky had come home one night beaming from a date she had been on, rambling on and on about it and her feelings about the boy she went out with. It was then that he knew he felt the same way towards Mary.

"And i love your mother for it." Sarah says with a smile, "But what i want to know, is if you're parents told you what's happening to me."

Bucky hesitates, looking down at his clasped hands, "That your health is declining.. right? And quickly." He says quietly, he didn't want Mary or Steve to overhear them talking about their mother's health. "I overheard them one night talk about how they want to help you."

Sarah nods, "We don't have the money for any medical expenses i could possibly bring in if i went to the doctors, Steve already has his asthma which brings in enough expenses." She explains, then sighs, debating if she should continue speaking about such a sad topic, "I don't want to bring down this special day-"

"You're not." Bucky interjects, "Sorry.." He apologizes, scratching the back of his neck slowly, "But what did you want to speak with me about?"

"I know you love my daughter." Sarah says quietly, "I've seen how you look at her, protect her." She explains and Bucky's cheeks begins to turn pick, "I'm glad someone as good as you can love my daughter. She doesn't have much to give-"

"That doesn't matter to me. All i want is for her to be happy." Bucky says, "That's all i want for both of them, Steve is my best friend, and Mary.. you said it yourself.. i love her. I would do anything to keep the smiles they have now on their faces." He states as if saying a vow. A promise. And it makes Sarah smile.

"You make her happy. The happiest i've ever seen." Sarah comments, "Which is why i want you to know that i approve of you asking her to be your girlfriend in the future. I won't be around when the time actually comes for you to ask her, i know that much right now." She explains, "And i'm sure you'll have to ask Steve as well." She chuckles.

"Sarah-"

"And if you two want to get married, you have my blessing." Sarah says, "I know that's years in the future, but it's a future i won't be able to see for myself. I want to make sure they're taken care of."

"They will be, i'll make sure of it."

"I know you will. Which is why i already see you as my son."

Sarah knew her time on the earth was short, she knew that the moment she held Steve in her arms. She health was not the best, but it kept her living long enough to see her daughter go to her prom with Steve and Bucky as her escorts. It kept her living to see her final Mother's Day.

But in 1937, Sarah became bed ridden. Mary refused to leave her mother's bedside, Steve was in denial and stayed out of the house that fateful day. Bucky by Steve's side when his parents received a call from a very ill Sarah Rogers early in the morning.

"Ma.. you can't leave." Mary whimpers out, the seventeen year old girl was heartbroken, her mother was dying right before her eyes and she could do nothing about it. She wanted so desperately to care for her mother, but Sarah wouldn't have it. "Stevie and I need you still."

Sarah chuckles softly, "It's okay, my love." The mother attempts to reassure her hysteric daughter, "We'll all be together again someday, just you wait." She promises, "I need you to promise you'll only join me and your father when you're meant too. Your brother as well. Not a moment sooner."

Mary nods slowly, wiping her eyes with her wrists, "I promise, Ma." She mumbles, "Not a moment sooner."

"That's my girl." Sarah whispers before coughing harshly, Mary scrambling for a rag her mother can cough into. Her breathing was shallow and ragged as the coughing died down, "Take care of Steven for me, he needs you more than he lets on."

Mary nods, smiling softly, "He's such a punk, always getting into fights."

Sarah smiles weakly, nodding, "He needs you to look out for him. My brave boy." She says softly, "Allow Winifred and George to help you two, alright? They want too."

Mary nods again, just accepting whatever her mother wants her to do at this point, "I will, Ma. You don't have to worry about us. Not anymore, we'll be okay." She says, completely changing her tune from what she had said earlier. If her mother was truly going to die, she didn't want her beloved mother to have any worries, any regrets hanging in the air as she took her last breath.

"I love both of you." Sarah says as Mary grips her mother's hand.

"I love you so much, Ma." Mary responds as Sarah takes her final breath. The daughter collapsing onto the floor, gripping her mother's hand tightly as she hears footsteps enter the bedroom.

"Mary.."

"She's gone, James." Mary whimpers out, "She's really gone."

"She might be gone, but her legacy isn't." Bucky says, his hand resting gently on Mary's back, attempting to soothe her as best he can. His thoughts going back to his and Steve's graduation party, when he vowed to protect Mary and Steve in Sarah's place.

Introducing

The Mother
Julie Andrews as Sarah Rogers

And

The Father
Christopher Plummer as Joseph Rogers