A Day at the Fishpond: Tiny Freshwater Clams Fun, Family Bonding and Grandparents’ Love in Action

Hello everyone! The moment I stepped into the fishpond; memories came rushing back. The cool mud squished between my toes, and the soft ripples of water reflected the bright morning sun. I held my daughter’s small hand, guiding her to the shallow edge, and she squealed with delight. This is a throwback one, a day we going to gather agihis, and I realized just how much I had missed this simple, comforting ritual, the warm, savory broth, and the tiny shells and the feeling of connection with nature.

She crouched beside me, her fingers carefully scooping tiny shells from the water. Every time she found one, her eyes lit up like was the first tie she had discovered the world. I laughed as she tried to sip the broth directly from a shell, spilling some onto her tiny hands. That messy, joyful chaos reminded me of my own childhood, running barefoot by the pond, savoring every bite, every slurp, every giggle.

Our parents, her grandparents, joined us, and their love filled the air. My mother showed her how to pick the freshest shells, her gentle hands guiding my daughter’s excitement. My father told stories about the pond from when he was first here. Watching them, I felt the warmth of a family tightly knit across generations.

As the sand began to dip, we sat by the pond sipping the agihis we had gathered. I the muddy toes, small shells, and warm broth, I felt the beauty of family, these simple moments at the fishpond, laughter, love and togetherness, are treasures that we will remember forever.

Thank you for reading my story, this is my owned picture, edited in Canva. Watching my parents love for the children made very moment more precious, reminding me that home always nurtures joy and memories. I realized that no matter where life takes us, family, love and simple moments at home are what truly matter.