Blueberry
A cute betta fish I owned for three and a half days died. I came home from Sunday dinner at Gannah and Booboo's and I saw there was no fish in the bowl. I pulled my dresser forward, and saw my sweet fish dead on the ground. At first I was scared and looked away, then I went to my Dad. I told him my fish died and showed him where Blueberry was at the moment. My Dad felt bad and gave me a hug... I got a little teary eyed and told everyone else. I already miss him alot. I guess I can get a new fish. I named him blueberry because, he was a pretty blue color.
Bella, sad moments when your fish dies, or when the cookies get burned, or your friends aren't very nice are really hard. I find though when those times come our way (and they do come for all of us) it is when Our Father in Heaven is nearer to us than usual. I love how open and honest you are in your blog. I love you. Boo Boo (Sorry about poor little Blueberry too)
ReplyDeleteI love you too. Thank you for your comment!
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