Fish

    One day, my father carried back a rounded fish tank It was empty Because my father said he will put some water and fish in it Their tails were shine and their fins were beautiful Sometimes they swam to the surface and sometimes they swam to the bottom
    My father didn’t feed them in first two days I worried about them all the time Oh, No! One fish was died But the other two fish were lived, I thought they won’t die I feed them twice a day and watch them if I have time