When I was small, my mum used to give the family something special for meals-she would make breakfast food for dinner.

I still remember one night my mum ______ some bread in front of my dad, and something was very burnt. I waited to see if anybody noticed. To my surprise, my dad just took his ______, smiled at my mum and then turned to ask me how my day at school had been. I've forgotten what I told him that night. ______ I do remember watching him put some butter on that bread. He ______ as usual, every single bit.

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

Late that night, I went to kiss Dad good light. I asked him if he really liked his bread burnt. He held me in arms and ______,"Your mum worked very hard all day. She's really tired. And you see-a bit of burnt food never hurt anyone!”

Now I know life is not perfect._______ is perfect, either. As for me. I often forget birthdays some other special days. But I've learned something ______ over these years. What we really need is the understanding of each other, whether between a husband and wife, a parent and ______ or just between two friends. This is the key to a happy ______.