Once, my family bought three betta fish. One was mine, one was my sister's and the other one was my brother's. I loved my fish and cared for it.
I named it Jasmine. But then we were all stunned and surprised when we found out these were male fish. But I didn't change my fish's name. One day, it got very sick. I didn't find out until a few hours. I was very sad. I did the honors to bury it and I always reffered to it as Jasmine.
We all tried our best to care for my brother's fish so it wouldn't catch the sickness. My mom tried all kinds of medicine, but sadly, it didn't work. The fish died a couple of days later. After about a month or three weeks, my sister's fish, Cinderella (My sister didn't change the name either) was still alive. To us, that was very surprising news because my sister barely fed it after a while. Me and my brother fed it and cleaned out the water. Finnaly it gor blind. It couldn't see it's food and was very hungry. We had enough of it swimming around not eating so we thought we might as well bury it. We made a big grave for it and covered it with flowers. And the fish was always known as Cinderella.
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