My grandmother always prepared delicious meals. But one day, she served a burnt pie to my grandfather. Not only charred but black as coal. I waited to hear what my Grandpa had to say. But he only ate the pie and inquired about my day.

My grandmother then apologized to him for his dinner. I’ll never forget what he said.”Dear, I like your pie.” I later asked him if he was telling the truth. He placed his arm across my shoulder and whispered,

“Your Grandma had a difficult day at work.” She was exhausted. The burnt pie did not harm me, but a harsh comment could have.”The moral of the story is that we all make errors. We should not dwell on faults but rather assist those we care about.