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