My Grandmother 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,
“Ur Grandma had a tough day at work. She was tired.The burnt pie didn’t harm me but, a sharp word could’ve hurt her.”