A boy on a bus, the clear plastic bag clutched tightly in his right hand. The fish wriggles but it’s watery cage holds fast. Close by the child’s beloved grandfather stands.
On reaching home the fish is transferred into the brightly lit aquarium, to be lost among others of it’s kind.
“What do fish think?” The child wonders as silent creatures glide through water heated to just the correct temperature. “Are you happy?” he ponders, his nose inches from the glass.
(As a child my grandfather built an aquarium. Being visually impaired I am unable to read print or determine details. I can, however see bright colours and I derived great pleasure from watching the fish in their watery home).
K Morris - Poet 
Lovely memory of your grandfather. Those small kindnesses can leave indelible marks that last a lifetime.
Thank you. Yes I remember him with a great deal of affection. Thanks again. Kevin
Your grandfather was a loving and thoughtful man. ❤
Indeed he was. Many thanks for your comment. Best. Kevin