"When I was a kid, my Mom cooked food for us.
One night in particular when she had made dinner after a
long hard day's work, Mom placed a plate of 'subzi' and extremely burnt roti in
front of my Dad.
I was waiting to see if anyone noticed the burnt roti. But
Dad just ate his roti and asked me 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 the burnt roti.
And I'll never forget what he said: "Honey, I love
burnt roti."
Later that night, I went to kiss Daddy, good night & I
asked him if he really liked his roti burnt. He wrapped me in his arms &
said:
"Your momma put in a long hard day at work today and
she was really tired. And besides... A burnt roti never hurts anyone but HARSH
WORDS DO!"
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