Puffer jacket in the summer, hooped earrings, high pony, she was a chav through and through. She did stereotypical things, said all the sayings like “bruv” and “mate”, she smoked, she drank. Hung out in places she shouldn’t.

But underneath her armour was a heart and a girl that cared every day for her sick grandmother, her only guardian and family in life.

Never judge a chav, by their jacket.