When I was young, my mum used to give the family something special for meals —she would make breakfast food for dinner.
I still remember one night my mum1some bread in front of my dad, something very burnt. I waited to see if anybody noticed. To my surprise, my dad just took his2, smiled at my mum and then turned to ask me how my day at school had been. I've3what I told him that night.4I do remember watching him put some butter on that bread. He ate it away as usual, every single bit.
After dinner, my mum said sorry to my dad for burning the bread. And I never forget what he said, "I 5 burnt bread, dear. It doesn't matter at all."
After school I went to kiss Dad good night. I asked him if he really liked his bread burnt. He held me in arms and6,"Your mum worked very hard all day. She's really7. And you see — a bit of burnt food never hurt anyone! "
Now I know life is not perfect. 8is perfect, either. As for me, I often forget birthdays or some other special days. But I've learned something9over these years. What we really need is the understanding of each other, whether between a husband and wife, a parent and brother or just between two friends. This is the key to a happy life.
So don't get angry if the bread gets burnt. Remember,10bread never hurt anyone. Be kind to those around you and a happier life will surely come closer to you.
