You found me!? I'm a crunchy, stale cheeseball that fell under your couch for decades. As you had heartily eaten to your stomach's content without realizing time had passed. I was forgotten all while you met the love of your life. Now you have a family of four; your babies grew up and gave you seven beautiful grandchildren with laughter just as bright as the sun shining. After the quick thought of reminiscing and realizing I was the cheeseball that got away, you kept me, but at the price of your significant other, they left you due to the stinkiness of the disgusting cheeseball collecting hair and the favoritism you showed keeping me like a family heirloom. Holding me like a trophy since the day you found me in your pocket, a sudden heart attack was bestowed upon yourself. Each thump signaled the death door was near; your heart slowly faded slower than the next...I can't help but laugh at this excruciating pain stinging my chest. Why did this have to happen? You didn't even eat me...but then I felt my own self being crunched down like a silent agreement that you should've...no, you had to just try the cheeseball from your distant childhood memories. Streams of hot tears rolled down your wrinkly face as you gave out on the floor after eating what was once known as a cheeseball. (You could've been saved if you didn't eat me.) Does this cheeseball's lore continue?