Anne Moore
When Andrew dropped me off, I was enchanted. The building is quite simple, but you can feel good vibes of the place. I met Mr. Jack, he's 85 years old, a very nice man who had all the patience in the world to show me around. We entered every room, and I was surprised that it wasn't a luxurious place, but it's clear that there's peace and harmony here.
We stopped for a minute and Mr. Jack looked at me and said, "Anne, let's have lunch, dear." He addressed me so affectionately. I smiled at Mr. Jack's simple way of speaking. "I was thinking of grabbing something at a restaurant nearby."
"No way, you're having lunch here at the hotel restaurant, I insist," he said decisively.
I couldn't refuse his request and accepted. "Alright then!"
We stopped looking around and went to have
