In the story we’re sharing now, a dialogue takes place between the boy and the man, showing how much he cares about his wife’s wife.
One day, my mother prepared dinner after a busy day’s work.
He put a jar of jam and an overly burnt toast bread in front of my father.
I was just checking to see if my father noticed the burnt bread.
But he only ate it and asked me how my day was. I don’t remember my answer, but at that moment, my mother apologized for the burnt bread.
I’ll never forget my father’s answer:
“Honey, I love burnt toast!”
Later, when I went to bed, I asked my father if he really liked burnt bread.
He hugged me and whispered:
“Your mother had a long and hard day and she was really tired. A burnt toast can’t upset anyone, but our words will hurt.”