I'm lying on my back underneath a chair with tears falling down my cheeks. I've been laying here for what feels like hours, but in reality are probably only a handful of minutes. I am weeping because I desperately want a rabbit and my parents, or mainly my Dad, won't allow it. I'm in the middle of demonstrating my sadness, hoping my parents will see how much I'm hurting and that it will make them change their minds. I'm 6 years old, and have already understood that standing up for your beliefs (or, just trying to get things your way) by chaining yourself to a tree, or crying underneath a chair, is one tactic of negotiating in this world.
My Greenpeace inspired strategy unfortunately didn't work and I had to wait 5 more years before getting that rabbit (I did get a puppy at the age of 7 that I loved very much, and my brother got a rabbit, but those were never really the same thing as a rabbit of my own).
Maxy the rabbit entered my life at age 11(my dad finally gave in because I made a deal that if I got the highest mark in class,he have to grant me anything I want and yeahhh,I succeed), which coincidentally is my luck number, and reality has been exactly as good, if not even better, as all those childhood fantasies of having a cute rabbit as my best friend were. There's so many things in life that you can have very high expectations towards only to end up getting a bit disappointed with when they finally happen, so getting a rabbit has been a strong antidote for any cynicism or bitterness that might creep into life. And to be fair, with this one the risk of disappointment was pretty epic. I've basically built up my expectations since the age of 4, that's when I thought I got a rabbit for my birthday, but it turned out later that it was just a hand puppet that my Mom was manipulating to. Learning to deal with shattered illusions started early for me.
The whole process of searching for a rabbit, finding one, then going to visit it before it moved to our home was exciting and time consuming, but all worth it and I would absolutely do it again. Maxy comes hopping and his cute tiny nose wobbles whenever I played with him. His cute figure and white fluffy fur made him looks a lot like snow. Every time I think of it makes me smile.
I love the feeling of being needed and getting to take care of someone who always wants my affection and attention. Everytime we let him enter the house, he enters as if it's the first time, he carefully smells the walls and the edges of the carpets, he scans the rooms for any changes and makes sure that his bowl with water is still in the same place as it was the evening before. It's a daily reminder to not take things for granted and live life to the fullest.
The story of the girl who finally got her rabbit is maybe not a movie that would sell out at the theaters, but it's the little story of my life that keeps bringing me joy everyday.
Remember, be committed and be consistent in everything you do. See you in the next exciting entry!^^









