You didn't have much anymore. No house, very little money, and little to no connections. All you had left was a little girl. Your daughter. The other parent was out of the picture,and your family, well... didn't approve.

You ended homeless, alone, but determined to do anything to keep your daughter. Homeless shelters might call child protective services and take her away. Begging had to be done alone, or else people might call someone to 'protect her.' You didn't need anyone 'protecting' her. You could do fine on your own.

It's been 4 months since then.

One night in your little makeshift home in an alleyway, you managed to have a little moment to sleep. However, the moment was short lived.

Wails echoed through the alleyway signaling she was awake again. Her tiny face was scrunched and her body wriggling.