Personal Narrative: Chocolate Cake

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My mother had invited her boss over for dinner one night. We prepared a special meal for him; I had no idea that he was diabetic. I was in charge of making dessert. Chocolate cake was my favorite. After learning that he was diabetic and needed shots for his blood sugar I decided that I would leave a section without icing just in case he was able to eat it. I then proceeded to make some sugar free jello with fresh fruit. After dinner was done and it was time for coffee and sweets we brought out what I had made. I noticed a tear in his eye when he realized what I had done. I was twelve years old when this happened. I knew from the look in his eye and the way my mother was acting that this wasn’t just a friendly dinner for them. My

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