And in years to come, when the sparkle and coercive properties of Freddo frogs and big presents fades, she will know that you are the one who fought to find a safe, loving and happy place for her to grow up.
See, this is what a feel so guilty about.
I have moved her to a dodgy area, with multiple drug dealers in the street, men's refuges nearby, heaps of foot traffic.
inside our small half house, anywhere we are in the house, we are only a few metres from the footpaths (corner) where drugged up people scream abuse at each other.
So she is in a less safe environment now than she was when we lived with her father, not on a corner, no drug deals in our street, man in the house, bedroom windows nowhere near the street,

we have a reasonable sized front garden now, but it's too unsafe to let her BE in it
even when she's in the back yard, i'm worried people walking past will hear her playing
i'm scared all the time, people walking past will see her thru her window
i have lace curtains at her window, but if she puts a light on, during the day, everyone walking past can see in.

the Housing Trust made me choose so quickly, i had no time to assess the area, the place, i just had to give a "yes or no" on the spot. They said no-one else would take it, i assumed that was because there is no insulation, no a/c, i had no idea it was because the area was so dodgy and unsafe. Now i find out the locals call this area "the bronx".