FISH

As the sun is setting in the sky, my family and I arrive at dinner. I swivel my head in attempt to see the scene unfolding around me. The castle on the hill adjacent to us, pink in the last light of the sun. A jumble of blues is spread across the courtyard, everywhere from the pool to the pillows under the short but comforting palm trees. It is like a fairytale, a real one that I am seeing live and in person.

Flash forward about 15 minutes. I can feel the pains in my stomach from not eating recently enough as my food arrives at the table. A fish sits in front of me, one that gave its life to fill my stomach. There is only one problem, the fish, the whole fish, and nothing but the fish stares back at the disgusted look I wear on my face. So help me God. My pescatarian views waver as I attempt to remove the head of the fish but hit something that feels like fish spine. "Can someone help me out here?" I am begging as I look away from the sad dead fish that even has a fin. Ick! "It is just wrong for them to put an onion in the throat of this fish. Honestly!! Do they want us to skip eating?"

"Well," My dad says matter-of-factly, "It adds flavor."

"And that makes it any less wrong how?" While my dad and I go back and forth I hear my mom and Hannah laughing about my reaction to the fish.