Burnt Pie

My Grand Mother always cooked tasty food. But one day, she put a burnt pie in front of my Grandpa.
Not just a little burnt, but black as coal.
I waited to see what my Grandpa would say.
But he just ate the pie and asked how my day was.
Then i heard my Grand Mother apologize to him for his dinner.
I’ll never forget his response.
“Dear, i like your pie.”
Later, i asked him if he had told the truth.
He put his arm on my shoulder and said, “Your Grandma had a tough day at work.”
“She was tired.”
“The burnt pie didn’t harm me but, a sharp word could have hurt her.”
We all make mistakes.
We shouldn’t focus on mistakes but, support those we love.
That’s the secret of long and happy relationships…

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