One of my favorite short story.
When I was a kid, my mom liked to make food for dinner and every now & then I remember she used to cook for us. One night in particular when she had made dinner after a long, hard day at work. On that evening so long ago, my mom placed a plate of bread jam and extremely burned biscuits in front of my dad. I was waiting to see if anyone noticed the bunt biscuits. But dad just ate his biscuits and asked me about how was my day at school. I don't remember what I told him that night, but I do remember I heard mom apologizing to dad for burning the biscuits. And I'll never forget what he said, "Honey, I love burned biscuits." Later that night, I went to kiss daddy good night and I asked him if he really liked the biscuits burned. He wrapped me in his arms and said, "Your momma put in a long hard day at work today and she was really tired. And besides, a burnt biscuit never hurts anyone but harsh words do. You know, life is full of imperfect things, imperfect people ... I'm not the best at hardly anything, and I forget birthdays and anniversaries just like everyone else. What I've learned over the years, is that learning to accept each others faults and choosing to celebrate each other's differences, is one of the most important keys to creating a healthy, growing, and lasting relationship."
Moral:
Life is too short to wake up with regrets. Love the people who treat you right and have compassion for the ones who don't. Enjoy life now ... It comes with an expiry date.
When I was a kid, my mom liked to make food for dinner and every now & then I remember she used to cook for us. One night in particular when she had made dinner after a long, hard day at work. On that evening so long ago, my mom placed a plate of bread jam and extremely burned biscuits in front of my dad. I was waiting to see if anyone noticed the bunt biscuits. But dad just ate his biscuits and asked me about how was my day at school. I don't remember what I told him that night, but I do remember I heard mom apologizing to dad for burning the biscuits. And I'll never forget what he said, "Honey, I love burned biscuits." Later that night, I went to kiss daddy good night and I asked him if he really liked the biscuits burned. He wrapped me in his arms and said, "Your momma put in a long hard day at work today and she was really tired. And besides, a burnt biscuit never hurts anyone but harsh words do. You know, life is full of imperfect things, imperfect people ... I'm not the best at hardly anything, and I forget birthdays and anniversaries just like everyone else. What I've learned over the years, is that learning to accept each others faults and choosing to celebrate each other's differences, is one of the most important keys to creating a healthy, growing, and lasting relationship."
Moral:
Life is too short to wake up with regrets. Love the people who treat you right and have compassion for the ones who don't. Enjoy life now ... It comes with an expiry date.
