The moment you step in, you’re welcomed into a cozy, inviting atmosphere where people sit together, chatting and crocheting. There’s an immediate warmth — an unspoken understanding that here, you can just be.
This is my favorite part of any city day — leaning back in your seat and watching the world pass by through the train window. Bonus points if the sun is setting as it's the perfect way to wrap up the day.
In this household devoid of literacy, where no one could distinguish the difference between simple Chinese characters like “己” and “已” an unexpected obsession cultivated within a young boy — my brother.
I have a very distinct memory of walking the streets of New York City with my uncle when I was 10 or 11 years old. We were passing Central Park after leaving the zoo, and I noticed a bride and groom taking...
