Ancient Pillow

I guess at one point of our lives, especially when we were young, there would be an existence of a pillow. The special one which no one can touch. The one you sniffed. Haha. I've not outgrown that though my mom threw the original one away while I was at school. I eventually adopted another, and another. This one is the one which accompanied me all through my adulthood so far. Sadly, its stomach burst open a week ago. Being allegedly busy with my dissertation, I slept every night with the knowledge that I might wake up covered with ancient cotton though I do have the pillow cover as protection. I just can't take it anymore I guess. Waking up at 4 plus and getting ready by 5 plus, all freshed and breakfasted, I wanted to set to work on dissertation. I saw my poor poor ancient one with its guts half-spilled in the pillow cover. I just had to fix it, despite my "nightmare before Christmas" sewing skills. At least its guts are back into the body and I have a peace of mind about sleeping with the pillow. I wouldn't want to have an ancient fur ball in my nose or mouth cavity!

However,  I'd have to tell my future partner this:
Dear whoever you may be,

Please dont expect me to be a traditional woman my mom (and your mom) is. I'd send all your torn-at-the-wrong-place shirts to the dustbin, your torn pants and shirts to the tailor or use a sewing machine. I can sew back a button & do cross stitch for fun, but not using my Form 3 Home Economics sewing skills to embarrass you (and me) in front of your colleagues and friends. I can cook you meals, if you wash the dishes and throw away the garbage. But don't expect restaurant-style, chef-level menu. That's probably what you might expect from a forensic geneticist cum future biological anthropologist can do for you. I might improve. We'll never know. And oh... I'd need a washing machine too.

Oh well... another 45mins the library would be opened. Today isn't a day to work at home. Ha ha ha!