Sometimes, my mum likes to cook breakfast food for dinner. I remember one 1 when she made pancakes, sausages and biscuits. All of the food was great except the biscuits. They were very 2 burned. They looked like pieces of black charcoal (木炭). But my dad didn't seem to 3. I watched him eat his biscuits happily, not seeming to care if they 4 bad. My mum said sorry for 5 the biscuits, but Dad said, "You know, I like eating burned biscuits every once in a while!"
Later that night, before I went to bed, I asked my dad if he 6 liked burned biscuits. He explained that my mum worked hard all day, and that she was quite 7 by the time she cooked our dinner.
Then I understood 8 he told Mom that he liked eating the burned biscuits. Everyone has mistakes. Nobody can do 9 right all the time. Accepting others' mistakes is one of the keys to building healthy 10 and understanding. If we don't accept these things, we'll never enjoy true love.
