When I was 8 or 9 years old, I remember sometimes my mother would still bake burnt bread. One evening, my mother came home from a long day at work and she made dinner for us. She set the table a few slices of burnt toast, not the usual scorching but burning black like coals. I sat looking at the slices of bread and waiting to see if anyone noticed their abnormality and spoke up.

But my father just ate his piece of cake and asked me about my homework and school as usual. I don't remember what I said to him that day, but I do remember hearing my mother apologize to him for burning the bread.

And I will never forget what my father said to my mother: "Honey, I like burnt bread."

That night, I went over to say goodnight to my father and asked if he really liked burnt bread. My father put his arm around my shoulder and said:

"Your mother has worked very hard all day and she is very tired. A slice of burnt bread can't hurt anyone, but you know what really hurts people? Criticisms and accusations. That's harsh."

Then he continued: "You know, life is full of imperfect things and imperfect people. I'm also pretty bad at a lot of things, like I can't remember birthdays or anniversaries. like some others.
What I've learned over the years is to learn to accept other people's flaws and choose to support their differences. That is the most important key to creating a healthy, mature and lasting relationship.

Life is too short to wake up with regrets and annoyances. Cherish those who treat you well, and sympathize with those who haven't."