Just five minutes.
Unscripted.
Unedited.
Real.
Today’s prompt: Perspective
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This is a picture of the kitchen on Lincoln Ave, when My daughter was living there. I had a cream refrigerator with NO stuff on the front. I don’t have a picture of the kitchen when it was mine. We had to move due to financial reasons. Anyway, this was the kitchen I cooked in, laughed in and sometimes cried in, I loved it. I could have 4 work stations going at one time when we were having a party or everyone came over for dinner.
This is the kitchen I moved into. One person can cook at a time. One person can clean up at a time. Sometimes I have to share this kitchen with the Farmer. I cannot say I love it, but it does supply all I need in a kitchen.
Sometimes I use this kitchen at my neighbor’s.
And I think, “OH, LOOK AT ALL THE ROOM!
It is just a matter of perspective. . .
stop.
I found and added pictures first, then wrote. Whenever I hear the word perspective; I think of the day I received this example.
Many other writers are sharing their experiences of perspective at Gypsymama’s click here.
Thoughts of Grace 
What you say is true: what may seem like a small kitchen to one person, may seem like a large one to others.
the trick is being satisfied with our own!