There once was a very small and cute fish named Bung Bung living in my house. This is Bung-Bung, not Bong-Bong.
When I was 7 years old, my first pet was a fish I had brought from a market. I woke up every morning and started the day by first saying “hello, Bung Bung!”
After going to school and playing at the playground and when I came back home, I always checked Bung Bung first thing. Bung Bung was the smallest being I kept in my house.
When she saw me, she shouted and greeted me. Probably because I gave her a lot of food, Bung Bung seemed to like me too. When I was with Bung Bung, I was comforted by animals for the first time, and I felt like we were friends.
Then one day in March, I was trying to say hello to Bung Bung. But after preparing food, Bung Bung was having a hard time swimming to it. I said “Bung-Bung-ah, go for it… Bung-Bung-ah” several times. The next day Bung-Bung barely moved at all.
Eventually, Bung-Bung left me. I was so sad as I remembered the times we had together. I said goodbye to my sister and buried her in front of our house.
Now, I miss a lot about our days together. But in my mind, I think Bung-Bung is always with me. I think Bung Bung is watching from the sky even now. Are you looking at me? I miss you so much today!
