When I was young, my mother used to give the family something special for meals. She once put some burnt bread in front of my dad. To my my dad just took his bread, smiled at my mother and then turned to ask me my day at school was. I've forgotten what I told him that night, but I do remember watching him put some butter on that bread. He ate it up as .
After dinner, my mum said sorry to my dad for burning the bread. And I will never forget what he said, “I burnt bread, dear. It doesn't matter at all. ”
That night, I asked dad if he really liked his bread burnt. He took me in the arms and said, “Your mum worked very hard all day. She's really .And you see—a bit of burnt food never hurt!”
Now I know life is not perfect. Nobody is perfect,. As for me, I often forget birthdays or some other special . But I've learned something important over these years. What we really need is the understanding of each other, whether between a husband and a parent and child or just between two friends. This is the key a happy life.
So don't get angry if the bread gets burnt. Remember, burnt bread never hurt anyone. Be to those around you and a happier life will surely come closer to you.
