But what do we say to our young nieces, children, even ourselves, when another big event or concert is on the horizon, and along with it come fearful memories of that night? Perhaps it is this: that while the worst side of humanity raised its head outside that arena, it was met with the very best of humanity, 100 times over.

The taxi drivers who drove the injured to hospital. The passers-by who led those separated from their parents to a nearby hotel. The locals who opened their homes to keep victims safe and warm. And of course the emergency services who responded in their droves.

Race, religion, political persuasion, creed or colour; none of it mattered on the night of the Manchester Arena attack because, in the face of such an atrocity, first and foremost, we are human. And on that, the most basic and intrinsic level, we are all the same.

What unites us is our humanity. Let’s always hold onto that.

What we should hold onto when we remember the Manchester Arena attack