My Fish Dawn
It had been my lifelong dream to have my very own pet. We always had a family dog or cat, but i simply wanted my own. I was in kindergarten when i started to have the burning desire to have something to call my own. I didn't care what it was a bird, a fish, a donkey, at that time i would have been happy with anything that could breathe. Everyday i would sit in Mrs. James’s class and weep as my best friends bragged about the hamsters or guinea pigs they had at home, and that made me envious of them.
After getting a terrific report card, my mom told me that i could have a goldfish. Happiness filled my entire body as my dreams were finally becoming reality. We went to the pet store and i indecisively picked out my goldfish whose name was not determined just yet. I remember the car ride like it was yesterday. All i wanted was to get home and set my fish tank up in the perfect cubby hole i had next to my bed, so i could always keep an eye on my “fishy”.
After a short month of having my Goldfish, still no name yet, i decided it was time to take action and become a responsible young lady. I wanted to show my mom that i was a big girl now. So one day, when my mom was taking a nap i decided to clean the goldfish tank. I had watched her do it a few times. So like she did, i put the goldfish in a separate cup, and then i preceded to wash the goldfish tank out with “that blue soap” also referred to as dawn dish soap. I scrubbed all of the rocks, and even wiped all of the grim off the sides. I put the water back into the tank, bubbles and all because they looked “fun”. I was so proud of myself and i knew mom would surely be proud too.
After getting a closer look at my fish, he looked a little dirty. I then decided that he was in need of a good scrubbing. With the kitchen sponge and some of “that blue soap” i scrubbed my fish. He wouldn't stop squirming and i kept dropping him, and next thing you know i dropped my poor fish down the garbage disposal. In the biggest panic, i'm crying and screaming for my mom (she wasn't happy i woke her up from her nap). And now we have a dilemma, the fish is in the garbage disposal and i'm terrified. I told my mom i just wanted to be responsible with my fishy.
It took about what felt like forever but was probably just a short 3 minutes to get the fish out. But little did they know, i had just soaked the fish in Dawn Dish Soap. They were able to get the fish into the sudsy water when they realized something wasn't quite right. My fish wasn't swimming, and i finally told them how i wanted my fishy to be clean. And well, rest in peace fishy. The funeral in the backyard made me cry and cry and cry. To this day, i will never forget my poor fish who was probably the cleanest fish in America. His name is now determined, Dawn.
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It had been my lifelong dream to have my very own pet. We always had a family dog or cat, but i simply wanted my own. I was in kindergarten when i started to have the burning desire to have something to call my own. I didn't care what it was a bird, a fish, a donkey, at that time i would have been happy with anything that could breathe. Everyday i would sit in Mrs. James’s class and weep as my best friends bragged about the hamsters or guinea pigs they had at home, and that made me envious of them.
After getting a terrific report card, my mom told me that i could have a goldfish. Happiness filled my entire body as my dreams were finally becoming reality. We went to the pet store and i indecisively picked out my goldfish whose name was not determined just yet. I remember the car ride like it was yesterday. All i wanted was to get home and set my fish tank up in the perfect cubby hole i had next to my bed, so i could always keep an eye on my “fishy”.
After a short month of having my Goldfish, still no name yet, i decided it was time to take action and become a responsible young lady. I wanted to show my mom that i was a big girl now. So one day, when my mom was taking a nap i decided to clean the goldfish tank. I had watched her do it a few times. So like she did, i put the goldfish in a separate cup, and then i preceded to wash the goldfish tank out with “that blue soap” also referred to as dawn dish soap. I scrubbed all of the rocks, and even wiped all of the grim off the sides. I put the water back into the tank, bubbles and all because they looked “fun”. I was so proud of myself and i knew mom would surely be proud too.
After getting a closer look at my fish, he looked a little dirty. I then decided that he was in need of a good scrubbing. With the kitchen sponge and some of “that blue soap” i scrubbed my fish. He wouldn't stop squirming and i kept dropping him, and next thing you know i dropped my poor fish down the garbage disposal. In the biggest panic, i'm crying and screaming for my mom (she wasn't happy i woke her up from her nap). And now we have a dilemma, the fish is in the garbage disposal and i'm terrified. I told my mom i just wanted to be responsible with my fishy.
It took about what felt like forever but was probably just a short 3 minutes to get the fish out. But little did they know, i had just soaked the fish in Dawn Dish Soap. They were able to get the fish into the sudsy water when they realized something wasn't quite right. My fish wasn't swimming, and i finally told them how i wanted my fishy to be clean. And well, rest in peace fishy. The funeral in the backyard made me cry and cry and cry. To this day, i will never forget my poor fish who was probably the cleanest fish in America. His name is now determined, Dawn.
To read more of Tabitha's work, please visit her website.