Once, I had 12 fish. I was very sad because almost all of them died, and I was left with only one fish. I don’t know why, but I think I didn’t take care of them properly. They all had a right to live, but somehow, they died. Like I said, that one fish was my last one. After that, I took very good care of it, but I still thought it wasn’t enough. I did everything I could to save that one fish.
One day after school, the fish didn’t look very normal to me. Then I found out that the little fish was pregnant! I was very excited, but there was a dark side to it—what if something went wrong? You might say, “Just live your life without fish,” but those fish meant a lot to me. I grew up with them.
The other day, I went to the vet, but he couldn’t do anything about it. So I went home with my fish and thought about the reasons for what was happening. But the next day, my fish gave birth! I was so relieved, and in that moment, I felt so relaxed—it was the best day of my life.