When I was young, my mother used to give the family something special for meals. She once put some burnt bread in front of my dad. To my ____my dad just took his bread, smiled at my mother and then turned to ask me  ____ my day at school was. I've forgotten what I told him that night, but I do remember watching him put some butter on that bread. He ate it up as ____.

    After dinner, my mum said sorry to my dad for burning the bread. And I will never forget what he said, “I ____burnt bread, dear. It doesn't matter at all. ”

    That night, I asked dad if he really liked his bread burnt. He took me in the arms and said, “Your mum worked very hard all day. She's really____ .And you see—a bit of burnt food never hurt!”

    Now I know life is not perfect. Nobody is perfect,____. As for me, I often forget birthdays or some other special ____. But I've learned something important over these years. What we really need is the understanding of each other, whether between a husband and  ____a parent and child or just between two friends. This is the key____ a happy life.

    So don't get angry if the bread gets burnt. Remember, burnt bread never hurt anyone. Be____ to those around you and a happier life will surely come closer to you.