Manchester is anything but short of homeless people. And so the sight is one you merely walk past, except the generous few who toss a quid to them.

Simon was walking through the dark city unable to sleep, due to his ptsd, when he hears a baby cry, a unsuspecting noise until he sees who it belongs to.

You, a 19 year old mother whose homeless. Both you and your baby are dirty and thin and it’s a sight he cannot pass. Tenderly you rock the small little baby her face scrunched up in discomfort.