As the small postcard attached on top of the door, it says it is a visitor’s room. All the visitors of the church who were staying out for the night used to sleep here. It was a good thing there was no visitor here at this time, that’s why I get to use the room for myself. Though the room was not like my room in our hometown, since it does not have an indoor comfort room and bathroom in there.
I even have to take few turns in the corridor to use the bathroom as my mom instructed me to be. I took a shower and return to my room to change in a decent pair of pajamas and baggy pullover. It was actually colder here in the county compared to Montreal. It was not a wrong idea for me to get myself comfortable long sleeves stuff.
Also, it was to show to my parents how I still abide with the
