As I hurried to my front door, I realized that I only had fifteen minutes left. I quickly headed toward the open window as soon as I thought no one was watching. I was happy that no neighbors were observing when I peered over the windowsill.
Their living area was same to all others. Mike faced away from me while holding a high-end camera. With a subtle smile, Jill turned to face him. My attention was drawn to a brief glimpse of motion near the room’s edge. Mike had my whole attention. His wife yelled, “Someone’s there!,” as our eyes locked, and I lost my breath. There’s someone looking inside!
No, no, no! I pondered. This is not possible!
With my heart racing, I hurried back to my house and secured the door. What was going through my mind? I peeked inside their house, but why? Had I caused them any offense? I thought they were going to call the cops.
The quiet was broken the following day by a knock on my door. Taking a glance through the peephole made my stomach turn. It was Mike. He pulled out a picture from an envelope he was holding. My picture. “Want to elaborate?” he inquired, seeming amused.
I admitted, embarrassed. To my astonishment, Mike grinned and extended an invitation to visit, stating that he loves Jill by taking her picture every day. I treasured their endearing custom and never looked out the window again after that day.
Story: Bread
On the morning of their thirtieth wedding anniversary, the woman did what she always did: she baked bread.
Every day, she would bake fresh bread, a tradition they had followed for years. She cut two slices and buttered them. Normally, she would give her husband a slice from the middle and keep the crusty end for herself. But today, she paused.
She thought: “Today, on our 30th anniversary, I want the middle slice for myself. I’ve dreamed of it so often. I’ve been a good wife for 30 years and raised our children well. I’ve given so much to our family!”
Her hand trembled as she broke their 30-year tradition, deciding to keep the middle slice for herself and give her husband the crust.
Her husband took the slice and smiled. “Today, you’ve given me a wonderful gift, dear. For 30 years, I’ve given you the middle because I know you love it the most. I actually prefer the crust, but I wanted you to have the best. Thank you!”
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