I posted these pictures of Sean yesterday on both Facebook and Twitter. I was making the point that the national color for MS is orange but NO ONE looks good in orange! Except for Sean. He has always looks good in orange! I posted the evidence in my Facebook posts and my tweets:
Who wouldn’t get that kid a fish?! He wanted a dog but he and I had just moved into our first apartment and they had a no dog policy and I didn’t want a dog anyway. He settled for a fish, actually it was two. I got him two Cichlids. One was orange and one was blue. Cichlids have a long lifespan but they do eat other fish; however, they also eat flake food. I opted to get him flake food because I didn’t want my child watching his fish eat other fish.
Because he was such a kind kid, he let me, “Have” one of the fish. The orange one. I decided that it was a girl fish and I named her, “Andromeda.” She died shortly after we got her. Sean named his fish, “Shark Attack.” He ended up living to make the move from our first apartment (a one bedroom) to our second apartment (a two bedroom). We fed him at night before Sean went to bed.
Three weeks after we moved into our second apartment, my Dad died. My nephew’s mom took Sean as my family and I stayed at the hospital until late into the night. My Mom and I went to pick up Sean (who had fallen asleep). He awakened before we got him in the car and was quite upset that my Dad had died. Once we brought Sean home, he had fallen back to sleep in the car and my Mom carried him into the apartment because I was already on Canadian crutches back then.
As she was laying him down in bed, I grabbed the fish food to feed the fish. Once I looked into the tank, I told my Mom, “ “Shark Attack” is dead.” Sean shot his head up and exclaimed, “ “Shark Attak died?! What a horrible day!“ I didn’t think that day could get any worse but it just did!
So, fast forward almost 13 years and Sean, my Mom, and I Were at a strip mall and Sean was picking up a pizza. There was a tropical fish store a couple doors down and Sean wanted to go in. My Mom and I waited in the car while he went into the store. I told him NOT to buy a fish! I think I am still leery of having a fish since, “Shark Attack’s” death. I think it was the timing.
So, what did Sean end up coming out of the store with?! A fish! He bought a blue Siamese fighting fish that he named, “Bill.” My Mom did NOT like that name but I kept singing this:
My Mom told Sean to get an additional fish because she didn’t want the fish to be alone but we explained that a Siamese fighting fish does not play well with others. We stopped at another pet store to get him a bowl, rocks, and a little barrel decoration thing. My Mom told Sean to not name him, “Bill.” Sean decided on renaming him, “James Pond.”
So, Sean has had that fish for five days. I hope it doesn’t die! I think I may have a hard time handling that! My Mom hates for us to say this but, she does the cutest things! She talks to the fish! Every day! Multiple times a day! Sean and I both let her know that a fish has a three second memory and when she walks out of Sean‘s room we tell her that he does not remember her talking to him. She does so anyway! Case. In. Point. Cutest THING EVER!!!