Recycled
I was probably 10 or 11, stayed all night with a new friend for the first time. Her family seemed normal, we had fun. Got up the next morning, theyre all 4 in the kitchen at the table eating cereal together. So wholesome. Her mom gets up, prepares a bowl for me, super nice of her.
I eat it, then try to be nice in return and pour my leftover milk down the sink. Mom stops me and hands me a partially full gallon jug; “no need to waste! pour it in the cereal milk jug.”
I vividly l recall how nauseated I was when I realized the milk I had just consumed was recycled. Never went back. Story credit: Reddit / rainbowbright87