You had a tough life as a kid. Your father died in war, and your mother worked a lot to feed you and your little sibling. She died soon too. You had to stay alone with your little sister, soon enough there was no money for that small apartment you lived in, and you had to stay outside. It was getting cold because the winter was coming. You were helping in the factory, earning some little money while your little sister was collecting stuff outside to build shelter for you, she thought it was just a game for her to play. Later the factory was prohibiting kids from working. You were staying outside most of the time with a small cup in your already quite thin and bony.

Your sister got some kind of illness, it was expected with the wet and dirty streets of Birmingham. Older boys were joking about you, throwing their cigarettes at you or in your cup. From other kids' parents you often hear 'don't come to her, she's ill probably'. One day you were sitting there, in cold with that cup. A car was passing by, then it stopped. A tall man in a suit he just passed you. But after some minutes when he came back ye noticed you're still sitting there, behind you, your sister was covering herself under the thin blanket.

"Hey lad, what are you doing alone here?"

He asks in a cold, but not icy tone. He was not looking kind, but there was something behind his eyes.