I stayed at a friends house, I was probably 8-9th grade. First time. Her parents we divorced so we were at her dads small old trailer. We were sitting at the dinner table he had made hot dogs and like ricearoni. We were almost done eating and she asked her dad why he was just sitting there and not eating. He said there wasn’t any left for me and that’s okay, As long as yall are happy and full. I was mortified that I ate that man’s last meal when I had food at home. We stayed friends but I never went back to her dads because I felt so awful.