Burnt toast

"When I was a little girl, my mom liked to make breakfast food for dinner every now and then.

And I remember one night in particular when she had made breakfast after a long, hard day at work.

On that evening so long ago, my mom placed a plate of eggs, sausage, and extremely burned toast in front of my dad.

I remember waiting to see if anyone noticed! Yet all my dad did was reach for his toast, smile at my mom, and ask me how my day was at school.

I don't remember what I told him that night, but I do remember watching him smear butter and jelly on that toast and eat every bite!

When I got up from the table that evening, I remember hearing my mom apologize to my dad For burning the toast.

And I'll never forget what he said: 'Baby, I love burned toast.'

Later that night, I went to kiss Daddy good night and I asked him if he really liked his toast burned.

He wrapped me in his arms and said, 'Debbie, your Momma put in a hard day at work today and she's real tired.

And besides-a little burnt toast never hurt anyone!' You know, life is full of imperfect things.....and imperfect people.

I'm not the best housekeeper or cook."

Ok so this isn't my post nor is it my story.

Cause for starters, Malaysians don't eat toast for breakfast. Nor do we eat em for dinner. But we DO eat breakfast food for dinner. Eg: Mamak mee goreng + ayam goreng for breakfast lunch and dinner. Or durian for breakfast lunch and dinner. (Or maggi-yummm!)

But my dad is very similar like the daddy in the story. Only that he doesn't say he likes burnt toast, he doesn't say anything, but to finish up the food.

Oh wait. That's not exactly true. I did burn a fish once. He finished it all up....without saying a word. And I can tell you....it SUCKED. I could hardly swallow my own cooking (can you imagine how it looked like???) blaaaaaah.