Simona
The lobby of The Chatwal Hotel was bustling. I loved staying here. I remembered walking by the expensive hotels as a kid, wishing I was rich enough to live in one. Ornate and sophisticated, the lobby was sheer elegance at its best. It made the purpose of my visit fade into the background of my thoughts for a few, blissful moments.
I used to feel sorry for myself, not having the picture-perfect family I thought everyone else did. Eventually, I figured out they were the exceptions, and most people struggled with their parents and siblings. I’d done the best I could and mostly ignored their existence. Painful memories had a way of derailing success.
I’d checked in to my room and was starving, and the lunch served here was a delight. The restaurant was full, and despite my hunger I w
