Agnes
“Thea, please slow down,” I called after my daughter, who was racing ahead of us toward the giant shark tank. “The sharks aren’t going anywhere!”
“But I want to see them up close!” she shouted back, already pressing her face against the glass of the massive tank.
I sighed and quickened my pace to catch up, with Elijah and Lena following just behind me. It was Saturday morning, and the aquarium was packed with families—screaming toddlers, exasperated parents, and plenty of teenagers trying their best to look bored even though they were definitely secretly enjoying themselves.
The aquarium had been Thea’s choice for our family outing. I’d suggested the botanical gardens, but I’d been swiftly outvoted. Apparently looking at plants was “boring” compared to sharks and stin
