Pareema's+Memoir

            Sunshine- My fish-

I strolled down the parking lot, slightly shaking the bowl full of water in my hands. The fish elegantly swirled, gently fluttering, like a new born butterfly. I was ready to start a new life for my fish, Sunshine. Getting into my car, full of glee, ready to take on the responsibility of taking care of my pet, I started to think of a name for my blazing orange, red, and yellow Beta fish. With it’s perky attitude, and feathery tale, glistening in the sunlight to reveal a metallic blue shade, I named it Sunshine. When I arrived home, I set my fish gently in the water bowl, sprinkling precisely 5 minuscule pieces of brown circular food into the transparent water.

The next day, I woke up fast, to see how my fish was doing. I tapped on the bowl, and moved my finger left and right, only to see its’ reaction. Sunshine seemed to comply to my orders, moving along obediently where it was directed. My friends were also amazed by Sunshine's amazing flame-like brilliant colors, and tail that jolted upwards.

Unfortunately, he didn’t last that long. One day, Sunshine’s life came to an abrupt end. I fed my fish quickly, before I left to watch a movie with my friends.But, when I strolled back into the house, Sunshine seemed to be sleeping. This seemed pretty unusual to me, and I knew his sleep schedule well. He should be jumping and swimming around in circles this time of day,I thought to myself, staring into the still water. I tapped on the glass, ready to wake him up- to present the finger trick. But, he refused to budge. I figured he must be exhausted, after all, even fish need a little nap occasionally, right? I decided to wait for an hour, maximum. I asked mom if she’d seen her fall asleep when I was gone. She said right about when she fed him.

I then realized I forgot to tell my mom I fed him before I left, so she must have fed him by mistake! I ran over to the bowl, to see my fish floating at the top of the white foam, motionless. It was dead.

I went sloping like a sloth into the bathroom, ready to attend my first fish funeral. Clutching the bowl against my chest for the last time, I said my last goodbye, swiping my finger against its’ slimy skin, hoping for a summer-time Christmas miracle! It didn’t happen, as expected. I then poured sunshine and his water into the pearl white bowl. I flushed the handle, seeing the fish go down the whole of forever darkness. The sun had set on Sunshine’s life.