Nina’s four, I’m seven. At the penny-toss Nina wins a goldfish with silvery fins—everyone cheers. I toss all my pennies, win nothing. When it’s time to leave I refuse. Everyone scolds—too old for tantrums. Dad buys a fish, so I’ll get in the goddamn car. I name her Goldie—unlike Nina’s, mine’s all gold. Name yours Silvia, I say.
Silvia’s fast—finishes everything before lumbering Goldie. Even my fish is a loser. One morning though, Silvia’s gone, nothing left but a silvery fin.
Goldie bumps her nose on the glass—I got you girl, she says.
Photographer: Benson Kua
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