Sob..sob..

I came home today to find out that one of my father’s fishes was attacked horribly. It was attacked by the other fishes, just like what a cannibal would do. Only that this fish is still alive. The more I look at it, the more it hurts. I’m so sad and I cried because it has no more tail and a large part of its flesh was torn up. Now it depends mostly on its little fins. It cannot swim like before anymore. I know it must be in a lot of pain right now but there’s nothing I could do. Nothing. I feel so helpless…

I told my dad that it might not live long. However, I thought there must be a way to save its life. Seriously, we are just counting the days, waiting for it to rest in peace.

Ever since my father started this hobby, I’ve never felt like this even when I see those fishes died one by one, or when they committed suicide. This is like torture to my heart. My mother refused look at the fish. She said that she would be very sad and it would hurt her a lot. How can I not cry?

By the way, I’m not going to publish its picture. I can't bear to even take its picture.