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👉👉👉 My name is Claire Ainsley, I'm 31 years old. I live in England, in the city of Manchester. This is where I was born and raised. I'm a single mother. My little girl Emily is just a few weeks old. She's my only reason not to give up. ❤️ When I was pregnant, I still believed we could be a family. But her father disappeared two months before the birth. He said he "wasn't ready for that kind of responsibility" and simply stopped answering calls. Just like that, I was left on my own. I was left alone. In a rented flat on the outskirts of Manchester, with no family nearby (my parents live far away, in Cornwall). The reality turned out harsher than I could have imagined. I worked in a small café, but with a baby in my arms that became impossible. Now I take odd jobs: washing, cleaning, sometimes looking after other people's children. A few hours — and then I rush back to Emily. Money is catastrophically short. Nappies. Baby formula (I barely have any breast milk). Colic medicine. Rent. Electricity. Bus fare to the pharmacy. Inflation in England is eating up everything. In a month, prices for baby food doubled. I stopped buying food for myself — I eat only what's left from my daughter, and bread with tea. Look at this photo. It was taken in the NHS Maternity Unit on the 1st of October. Baby Emily, 7 lb 2 oz, 49 cm of pure joy. The midwife next to me was an absolute angel, she kept saying: "You did brilliant, love." But behind that smile, I was terrified. I was lying there holding her, doing mental maths, panicking about how I was going to afford the heating bill when we got home. It was doubly shameful because I wanted to give her a better life, not this. But the real nightmare happened when Emily was three months old. She developed a severe fever. The doctors said it was an infection, and she needed expensive tests and a medicine that wasn't available at the NHS pharmacy. I had to borrow from a neighbour, a woman from our area. I promised to pay it back in two weeks
