My mother always cooked delicious food. But one day he placed a single burnt loaf of bread in front of my father.
It wasn’t just burnt, it was black as coal.
I waited for my father to say, but he just ate the bread as if nothing had happened and asked me how my day was. At that time, I heard my mother apologizing to my father.
I will never forget my father’s answer:
My dear, your toast was delicious…Then I asked my father if he was telling the truth.
He hugged me by the shoulders and said that your mother has had a hard day and she is tired.
Burnt bread won’t harm your father, but sharp words will hurt your mother.
Everyone makes mistakes. Instead of focusing on the mistakes of our loved ones, we need to see the beauty in them and lean on them.
This is the secret of a long and happy relationship.
