"Hello, I'm Yellow," the fish blubbed.

I startled. Did the fish just speak? I mean, I always knew fish could speak, I just never thought one would bother to speak with me.

Leaning close, I pressed my hands, face, and most importantly, my nose up against the aquarium window.

"Hello," I said. "My name is Pia."

"Very nice to meet you Pia," said the fish.

"Is your name really Yellow?"

"Yes, as is the name of my brothers and sisters. My full name is Yellow 526."

"That's a big number." The glass was getting foggy from my breath. "My name is Pia Her... Um, I can't remember it." I looked down at my feet.

"That's okay. It took me a while to keep track of the other 525 Yellow's here."

I smiled up at the fish, and I'm quite sure Yellow smiled back at me.

"Pia," my mom called. "We have to go now"

"Not yet mom, I'm talking with the fish."

"Don't be silly dear. Fish can't talk."

"Yellow can," I called back at her. To Yellow I said, "I'm sorry. My mom never believes me."

"That's okay Pia. Parents are sometimes so busy that they forget to use their imagination, and listen." Yellow flapped his fins.

I sighed, completely fogging the glass. I wiped it away, so I could still see Yellow.

"Maybe you can help your mom find her imagination again."

"Not possible."

"It very much is possible, for imagination can never truly be lost-"

"Pia," my mom called, "now."

"I have to go," I let my hands fall from the window.

"Your mom will imagine again, I promise. Goodbye Pia," and then Yellow blinked at me.

I waved at him, and ran after my mom.

Later that day, once we'd had dinner, my mom sat down beside me, and said, "How about you and I make a pillow fort, and then you can tell me all about the fish you met at the aquarium."

"His name was Yellow, and then a really big number."