The boy felt very sad because he hadn’t caught a fish. The village needed fish to live, he knew, and they relied on the fishers to get it, and returning without one would make everyone sad and hungry.
“I’m a bad fisher, aren’t I?” The boy asked his father.
His father looked up at his son. “What? No Kasamir, you are not a bad fisher, this is your first night fishing for the golden glowfish, and they're very hard to get. Don’t think so low of yourself, youngn’.
The boy felt quite relieved to have his father there to guide him. To reassure him.
“Papa,” the boy said.
“Yes, Kasamir?”
“You are the best!” the boy turned and smiled, his blue eyes shining in the moonlight.
His father smiled. “Thanks. Hey, look, you’ve got a grab!”
