My son's fish died this morning.
My sister gave it to him as a Christmas present and he fed it, looked at it and talked about it every single day ever since.
The little one got really shaken by his loss and after calling the whole family to deliver the news, we had a little funeral to poor Gary.
I promised him instantly to get him a new fishy and late afternoon we drove in a flooded Rio to a pet shop to buy his new aquatic pal.
Two "female" ones were picked and paid for and as we drove home their names were chosen. "Anna" is the red one and "Bluey" is the blue one.
So easy to make a six-year-old mind-blowing happy. So rewarding as well.
This afternoon, the fish costed me 3 Euros but his smile was just priceless.
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