If you would like to read the beginning of this story, check it out here.
Chapter 3- "A Conversation About Death with A 7 Year Old"
The day began as a normal Monday. The house was a buzz with chores and music. One of the chores on the list was to clean out the fish tank. Dayton's mom had done this quite a few times in the last month so she expected it to be routine. However, it ended with the death of one of the fish. His mom did not do anything different, however one fishy (maybe Nemo, maybe Marlin *i still didn't know which was which*) seized to swim any longer.
The children took it much easier than the mom. Flashbacks of Gonzo swam in her mind. Dayton preferred to bury the fish in the yard. And that is exactly what they did.
A little while later, while running errands, this is the conversation that Dayton had with his mom.
7 year old: maybe the fish is in heaven or maybe it went to the other place.
mom: i don't think fish go to hell, honey.
7 year old: well, if they do something bad like murder another fish they would.
mom: i don't think fish murder.
7 year old boy: i hear that they are using water guns lately.
mom: laughed so hard she couldn't speak!!!