Maria and I were walking through Times Square on the way to Penn Station – the crowds of tourists clogged almost every inch of sidewalk – when I looked over and saw a mother and child sharing a plate of food for dinner, crouching together by a shoe store, there was something tender and loving about the two of them, they took turns eating, heads bent together, I have been wondering all night what their story is.

I did not wish to interrupt them by asking. I turned around to switch lenses and they were gone, the image seemed so incongruous in the middle of Times Square on a concrete walkway, yet it was also familiar and comforting.