She never stopped crying for the food she couldn't ahve. I started to leave money, for the baby I mean. First, it was a few bucks under the blanker, a fiver in her coat pocket. Then it became half of my paychecks. Slowly I was dwindling away the money I spent my life to save. I took another job, ditched the apartment, and started to live the life of a failure. The mother finally noticed me, and thanked me profusely. There was only one thing that could have saved me, her father.