Rabbit's commentary

(original story here)

I've been thinking a lot about parenting and death recently. Every time I come back home, I see a few more wrinkles on mom and more white hair on dad. I'm scared that I'm not spending enough time with them, or that I'm a "bad son" for not caring about them enough.

I wrote Rabbit after visiting home one weekend when Mom gave me a fortune bracelet that supposedly helped with career prosperity. As I was getting ready to sleep, I realized I couldn't figure out how to take it off with my other hand. The idea for the story suddenly popped into my mind, and I hammered it out through the night.

Mom showed me later how to take it off alone by biting down on one string and pulling the other with my hand. But I'm a sentimental person, and had I not asked her, the story might've become reality. Either way, it's been awfully calming to put thoughts into words and blow it into the internet. Hopefully you got a kick out of this too. I'm still wearing the rabbit on my right wrist, and I don't plan on taking it off anytime soon.

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