Editors’ note: Audrey didn’t meet the age requirement for the contest, but we were so charmed by her submission that we had to share it. Nemo was my fish. When he looked at me, I could see that he loved me, and I felt like the luckiest person in the world. One day, Nemo stopped eating. He had gone blind. We were very sad. When he died, I bought a plant and buried him with some special rocks. I don’t care if I win the contest—I just wanted to write about how much I love my fish.
–Audrey Nicholson, age 7