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chatting happily as we ate. I loved to hear her

little voice and to have her share the important

events of her life.
When dinner was over, there were lots of

games. Though I wore a suit in my work, I took

off my suit coat and tie and joined in. The final
event of the day was a race. It was across the

lawn, up a steep hill, along the ridge, and back

down to the starting point. The prize was a big,
beautiful, two-layered chocolate cake. Anyone

of any age who wanted to could compete.
I endured lots of ribbing from the teenagers

saying they hoped a fat, old man like me could

actually finish the race. I just said, “Very
funny. Now prepare to be beaten!”

When the signal was given, I quickly

jumped to the lead. By the time I reached the
base of the hill, I was twenty yards ahead of the

nearest competitor. I ran quickly to the top and
looked back to find that the next runner wasn’t

even halfway up the hill. The hardest part for

me was over. But then I saw something that
made me stop. Beth, who was the smallest

racer, had fallen only a short distance from the

starting line.

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