The smell of river filled my house, I may have gagged a few times. My dad was making fish for dinner, one of my least favorite things ever. He called that it was time for dinner. I put my book away and tries not to think about the disgusting taste of fish.
I had the bravery to try a extremely small piece. It did not smell bad, maybe this fish would be good! I slowly moves the shiny silver fork close to my mouth, then I put it is my mouth. I thought about how it tasted for a couple seconds…. No, no, no, no. It was gross. I put it on my dad’s plate and finished my rice. That was an experience I never want to do again. (sorry for anyone who like fish… Or any seafood)