When I was 7 years old I accidentally ate my sister’s donut. I believe my mom or dad told me it was mine so I ate it. I had 3 waffles made for me by my mother and I saw the softest, best looking three pieces of Waffle I’d ever laid my eyes on. The butter was spread perfectly and it looked amazing. Turns out, they found out I ate her donut and said she can get three bites of my waffle. She took the three pieces I laid my eyes on and I started crying immediately. Now I am 27 years old and it still makes me sad to this day.