The Fish Named Tuesday
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When the neighbours went on holiday, they asked Ryan to feed their goldfish. 'Just one pinch a day,' Mrs. Wilson said. 'His name is Tuesday.'
'Why Tuesday?'
'Because that's when we got him. Very original, I know.'
Day one: Ryan remembered. One pinch. Easy. Tuesday blew a grateful bubble.
Day two: He almost forgot. Remembered at 11 PM. Sprinted to their house in pyjamas. Tuesday seemed judgmental.
Day three: His friends invited him to play soccer. 'Come straight after,' they said. Ryan thought about it. Then he thought about Tuesday, alone in his bowl, waiting for dinner.
'I'll be there in ten minutes,' he said. He fed Tuesday first. One pinch. Tuesday did a little spin.
Days four through fourteen: Ryan didn't miss a single day. Rain or sun. Tired or energetic. He showed up.
When the Wilsons came home, Mrs. Wilson inspected Tuesday. 'He looks... happier,' she said, surprised.
'I talked to him sometimes,' Ryan admitted. 'He's a good listener.'
Mrs. Wilson smiled. 'You know what, Ryan? Responsibility suits you.'
Ryan grinned. It did feel good — not because anyone made him do it, but because Tuesday counted on him, and he didn't let him down.