I Stood In The Lobby Of My Own Hotel At Midnight With My Six-Year-Old Asleep On My Shoulder, And The Woman At My Own Front Desk Told Me To Take My Things And Get Out

She looked at the worn jacket and the faded backpack and the crushed roses in my hand, and she made up her mind about me before I had said a word. I was standing in the lobby of a building I own, at midnight, with my six-year-old asleep against my shoulder. The only person in that room who offered me anything was the woman pushing the luggage trolley, and she got told it did not concern her.