My Kitchen's finally showing signs that she's coming out of the dark today...
For so long now, I've trampled over her when she's in a mess... But now that she's recovering, and for that matter, in the miraculous hands of her Creator, she's going to evolve and metamorphosise to become even more beautiful than she was before, I'm beginning to feel that I'll have no more role in this anymore...
The Kitchen has never been my territory... and now that she's coming around, I feel like I shall take a back seat and let who she deserves more to own her...
We've not asked her if she likes this metamorphosis or not... but relatives and friends and neighbours who visit has nothing but praises about how nice and grand it will be and so on...
So perhaps she will be happy... that she's got a facelift... a facelift into something that I can hardly recognise...
She doesn't have a choice over how she'll look on the outside... But I know that deep down, she's the same old Kitchen...
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