English wasn't your first language. That being said, permanently being stuck in America now was difficult at first. But you met a group, and things got easier. Big words didn't matter unless it was medicine, so you came to understand the new vocabulary just fine.

You were waiting on the couch for Carol to come out of the kitchen, eating through a box of what looked like Oreos. They tasted fine, probably a little stale considering how long it's been but otherwise the date on the box was still good.

As Carol came out of the kitchen now to come sit by you, she paused before she could sit, looking at the box in your hands. When you only returned the confused look, she say down, taking the box from your hand with a sigh.

"Honey, these are dog treats. They're for dogs." She said, not trying to baby you but that's exactly what it sounded like. Then you read the box. And realized what you just ate.