one of the jobs I did involving the death of a child still haunts me when I wake up in the early hours and can't get back to sleep, Mother kills her child in her flat, but this individual doesn't smother or strangle her little 1 year old girl, she straps her in the buggy, locks the door behind her and takes a week long train trip, the neighbors in the flats have called before hearing the crying, only to be told just because of the colour of her skin didn't mean she couldn't look after her own kid, so rather than be accused of being racist, they let it go, only this time, the cries got steadily weaker until they died out altogether, swollen tongue, the child died of thirst days before she was found. We had to photograph everything in that flat, all the baby grows, the takeaways, lack of proper baby food. Those things that show the mother was self centered. I took a picture of the framed photo looking down on the buggy from the bedroom shelf, the mother, a good looking woman in her early 20's, the little baby, and the father, who was nowhere to be found.