Epilogue

Arianna

Twenty one years later

It was eleven in the night by the time I completed making arrangements for tomorrow's special event and finished sundry preparations for the coming day's lunch in the kitchen. Allen had insisted on me a number of times to hire a help but making food with my own hands and serving it to my family gives me the satisfaction and happiness which cannot be held in words.

Allen loves my cooking and so do the children. The delight I see on their faces when I make their favorite dish is priceless. I cannot forgo seeing that joy going lazy and handing over my kitchen...