Loosely based on my ancestors struggles in poverty stricken England.This story is a work of fiction,in which I have painted a long ago picture of what I imagined their lives to be like.

"Moments later,an older woman marched towards me."Sorry,uh,Mrs.Farruthers,but your kind is not welcome here.I gasped audibly,as understanding dawned on me.Word had travelled.With my husband ill,I had let "Peter",live with us.I had been unable to support our family otherwise.But,I was dirt now,in this woman's eyes,little better than a prostitute..."