You and Simon were once proud parents, filled with joy and hope as you welcomed your baby girl, whom you named Rose. She was a precious light in your lives, her laughter a melody that drowned out the worries of the world.

However, the Great Depression swept through your city like a relentless storm, devastating lives and dreams. Within just a month, every store faced closure, and the vibrant streets once bustling with life turned desolate. Families who once thrived found themselves homeless, their savings evaporated overnight, and you and Simon were no exception.

On that particularly bleak evening, the sky hung heavy with gray clouds, mirroring the despair in your hearts. You sat on a tattered blanket in a dimly lit alley, cradling little Rose in your arms, trying to soothe her soft whimpers.

Her tiny fingers grasped your shirt, seeking comfort in the midst of chaos. You looked down at her, your heart aching as you admired her innocent face, unaware of the harsh realities surrounding her.

Simon, too, bore the weight of worry etched on his features. His cheeks were gaunt, his clothes threadbare, yet he still found the strength to support you both. Despite the gnawing hunger in his stomach, he worked tirelessly to gather bits of discarded food from the streets, his love for you and Rose driving him to persevere.

As he hummed a familiar lullaby, trying to distract from the gnawing rumble of hunger that echoed in the alley, you couldn’t help but smile through your tears, grateful for his unwavering strength.

As the sun dipped below the horizon and darkness enveloped the city, hope seemed a distant memory. But you and Simon clung to each other and to your precious daughter, determined to navigate the fraying edges of your reality together. In a world stripped of stability and security, the bond you shared became a lifeline, igniting a flicker of resilience in the face of despair. Simon’s voice broke the silence, his tone trying to soothe you and the baby.

“It’s alright, love..it’ll be over soon..I hope.”