my grandmas fish died and she was very disappointed. the next day she learned that both of her granddaughters decided they wanted to cook for her, but they COOKED HER FISH ALIVE and fed it to her.

Chapter 1: Chapter 1

My grandma cried over her dead fish.

It was a beautiful day. The sun was shining, the birds were singing, and the fishHer hair was grey, but her eyes were still bright. She was wearing a long, dark dress that reached below her knees. The sleeves were rolled up to her elbows, and her skin was wrinkled from the sun, but she didn't look a day over sixty. I wondered what was wrong with her. Why was she crying? What had she done to deserve this?I didn't know what to do. I didn't want to make things worse, so I left her alone, but I didn't know what s wrong. The smell of the sea was strong in the air, and it was suffocating her. Tears streamed down her face as she waved to me, but she never stopped crying. I felt so bad for her. It was my fault.I should have brought her some fish. I should have made her some fish. I should have done something.

I ran my hand through my hair What am I supposed to do? Nothing. There's nothing I can do. She's my grandma and I love her, but right now she's choking on tears and I can't stop her from crying.