This is my entry for the photo contest of the week.
When I was a child, there was this huge mahogany desk in my grandma's living room. I dreamed of inheriting it when I grew old. There was another desk, little, not as beautiful—I thought back then— which I didn't care much about. When Grandma had to move to another—much smaller—apartment, my mom had to sell the impressive mahogany desk I loved so much.
In time, I grew fond of the "insignificant" smaller desk. I didn't know at the time that it was a Danish designer's desk. During the short time I lived with my grandma, the desk became my desk, if only temporarily. When she had to come to live with us, I asked if I could have the desk. It needed some work to regain its beauty, covered by the passing of time. A friend talked to my mom about a carpenter who could do a good job. Unfortunately, he couldn't restore the lacquer of the drawers, so they were left bare. The real problem was he got rid of one of the drawers because he felt like doing so. "You don't need three drawers". It was wrong and very disrespectful if you ask me.
This is the desk as it looks today. The wood is soft and delicate. It is a piece that needs to be treated with care and respect. After all, It was my grandma's.
I took the photo with my Redmi Note 8 and edited it with Snapseed.
(The painting is my mother's work.)