in the heavy of: fish, knee, Hong Kong, Auntie life, love

“Now, what do you even have to be upset about?” I leaned over the tank, considering El Profesor. He stuck his head out from his Fish School, brooding, as much as a beta fish with zero expression can mood, eschewing my offering of high-quality food pellets as if he paid rent and cleaned up after himself and deserved an opinion. He did not answer me. He never does.