Question

When I was small, my mum used to give the family something special for meals---she would make breakfast food for dinner.

I still remember one night my mum put some bread in front of my dad, something very burnt. I w1. to see if anybody noticed. To my surprise, my dad just took his bread, smiled at my mum and then turned to ask me how my day at school had been. 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 u2., every single bite.

After dinner, my mum said s3. to my dad for burning the bread. And I never forget what he said, “I love burnt bread, dear. It doesn't matter at all”

Later that night, I went to kiss Dad good night. I asked him if he r4. liked his bread burnt. He held me in arms and said, “Your mum worked very hard all day. She's really tired. And you see---a bit of burnt food never hurts anyone!”

Now I know life is not perfect. Nobody is perfect, e5.. As for me, I often forget birthdays or some other special days. But I've learned something important over these years. What we really need is the u6. of each other, whether between a husband and wife, a parent and child or just between two friends. This is the key to a happy life.

So don't get angry if the bread gets burnt. Remember, burnt bread never hurts anyone. Be kind to those around you and a happier life will surely come closer to you.

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