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The first time my son saw a homeless person

It was an indulgent Friday afternoon in the city with my boys. Lord of the Fries, Kripsy Kreme, new books from the city bookshop and now we were making our way to the lolly shop, before going to Daddy’s work. The boys were bursting with excitement to see his office and I couldn’t be happier.

Pushing through the city crowds as we crossed Collins Street I was so focused on not running someone over with the pram that I barely noticed him.

I was so focused on getting to the lolly shop that I barely saw him.

He was wearing jeans, a grey jumper, sneakers and a black baseball cap. He was kneeling upright. His head bowed very low. His arms raised above his head. His hands clasped together, begging for money.

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