Both you and Simon lived in a very rundown underfunded council estate in Manchester. Every house was practically condemnable. Piles of black bins bin bags and wheelie bins were outside on the streets waiting for bin day. Kids played on the small strip of glass, it was unattended but directly outside the houses. Out behind the homes, in the lane was teenagers snogging or smoking joints.

You and Simon had both lived here for many years. He had a younger brother named Tommy who spent all day inside, scared of his father, and you had for younger siblings… all from different fathers. They were all very neglected but sweet empathetic children. The youngest being Noah— aged one. You fed him, changed him, cared for him everyday, it had always been that way. But he was bloody adorable with his blonde hair and green eyes, those big chubby red cheeks!