How quickly gone, where those, years of wonder of the childhood years, with the adults in their lives, divorcing…translated…
None of us would have, Ever Imagined that the Fish Tank Could, Help Improve My Myopia, My Younger Brother's Tourette's, Along with the Smokes & Canon Powder in My Parents' Arguments………
Mom told us, not to watch the T.V. while we ate.
How about watching the fish? She didn't say, so we believed that we could, watch the fish while we, ate.
In my lower elementary grade years, there was that fish tank on our supper tables for awhile. The fish tank wasn't a wavy edged transparent container, with the few fish, and the floating algae. I'd found, that as I'd described it to my classmates, I had to, stress to my classmates, that this was a rectangular space paved with the pebbles, with a piece of wood inside, to keep the three pots of marine plants in place—with the filtering sponge, the pump, the wire connected, carefully avoiding the rice cooker, along with the flow of the plates of the meals being served, all the way, to the, outlet.
Labeled as a three-generation, long rectangular table with seating for eight, and ever since, there was, only the surfaces that can be, used, with all our plates and bowls, clamped against each other's. The suppers from my house became, like the western style buffets, everybody with individual servings; the pot of soup kept on the gas stove, as we finished our rice, we'd gone with our bowls to the kitchen to get the soup.
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Ordinarily, pops and I sat on the internal side of the table, against the walls, mom with her large pregnant belly, with my hyperactive younger brother opposite, making it easier to get in and out. In the middle, a biosphere of the tanks, we'd had guppies, cold fish, and for the most extravagant few weeks, there were, three shrimps at the bottom of the tank. The two of us kids, would assign ourselves the tasks, for instance, who counts the largest female guppy's spots on her tail, the other would count the number of pieces of chicken we got from the curry served for supper today, we'd competed in our speed. Or, more often, we both got, nagged at, and my brother and I couldn't help, but chewing down the meals, tapping the glass of the tank with our utensils, guiding the fish in the tank to come toward our individual, sides.
I'd asked dad from time to time, why did the shrimp that's inside the tank looked like the cooked up shrimp in the Japanese noodles? Or that, mom used her something's clearly wrong high pitched voice, grilled my younger brother why he'd pulled the hair of that girl in preschool? At this time, I'd heard him lied about the fish in the tank looking ill, tried to divert her attention.
We never could've guessed, that the tank delayed my myopia, and helped reduced my younger brother's Tourette's symptoms, along with the smokes and gun powders of my parents' interactions, and it'd not made it to the day that my mother's third birth came. From the toothpastes to the education of the children, my younger brother and I woke almost everyday to the sounds of our parents' arguing, watching mom packed up the things for three, and finally, she'd placed the items onto the moving truck one early evening around sun down, left that familiar alley of our, home.
Mom told us, that based off of the verdict, we live with her. My younger brother asked, what about the fish tank? You didn't bring it over, what do we watch at suppertime?
Later we'd, found the answer to my younger brother's question, on that T.V. hung on the, apartment wall that's, high-def, with the studio surround sound.
And yet, that was, the end of your, childhood innocence, with you and your younger brother moving out of your first home, with the fish tank, and the fish tank can be interpreted as a symbol of the memories of childhood that you were, forced to, leave behind, because your parents were, divorced, and your mother had custody of the two of you!
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