Three Years Cooking at Daughter's Restaurant, I Owed Twenty Thousand

I was the only woman head chef at the state banquets, and after I retired I came to work as a cook at my daughter's restaurant. For three whole years, I never took a single day off, never took a cent in wages. I turned her restaurant, which had been on the verge of closing, into a place packed to the doors every day. Until one day, my blood sugar dropped, and I grabbed a bottle of cola from the restaurant and drank it.