I had been to the city many times before. I had seen the homeless people sitting on Queen street and passed them more times than I can recall but this one time was different. I took notice of their faces for the first time rather than just putting my head down and carrying on. My cousin, Georgia, and I were on our way to lunch when we had walked past a homeless lady, she had deep wrinkles, on her cheeks and forehead, with dark bags under her eyes also. She was alone but you could definitely tell she felt lonely from the sadness in her eyes. Georgia couldn’t walk past without quickly scurrying over to drop a few coins in the cup in front of her, which seemed to draw a small smile onto her sad face.
We carried on walking but the thought