One evening my mother had invited her boss to dinner. We prepared a special meal for him; I had no idea he was diabetic. I was in charge of preparing the dessert. The chocolate cake was my favorite. After learning that he was diabetic and needed shots to lower his blood sugar, I decided to leave a section unfrosted in case he might eat it. I then proceeded to prepare some sugar-free jelly with fresh fruit. After dinner was over and it was time for coffee and desserts, we brought out what I had prepared. I noticed a tear in his eye when he realized what I had done. I was twelve when this happened. From her look and the way my mother acted I knew that this wasn't just a friendly dinner for them. My