Perhaps one day, I will find out for sure…
…Why my kindergarten playmate kept having different pets in the same rectangular, glass fish tank whenever we would play at her house.
One time, it was goldfish.
The next, a little while later, it was hamsters.
I think goldfish came around again in the tank after that.
Eventually, the tank was left empty.
“Where are the fish?” I had asked, staring at it.
“The fish died,” was what I had recalled her saying.
But the second part of kindergarten for that year, we were in separate rooms. And shortly after, I would unexpectedly move away.