The Gift of Mott Street

I was always like that nosy person or that nosy child in the family. And so it's maybe not a mistake that I was a journalist for a number of years. So there's a way that the building that my family lived in on Mott Street really feels like, felt like it was such a gift. It was a place of refuge for my family, but it was suchA gift for me to realize how important this building was to our family.