There was a girl, who found a bunny, an infant born in disparity.
She found the kit had no ears, seemingly depraved through force. And both its hind legs swollen. Its siblings however met a more unfortunate fate, born only to be consumed by the one who bore them.
Alarmed, the girl rescued the bunny, before any more harm could be done. She cared for the small bunny, unlike anything she had ever cared before. Maybe it was because she saw a commonality with the small fragile life she held in her hands. For she was a hardened woman, a result of challenging younger days. She thought herself a savior for the poor bunny.
Either way, she was determined. She was to care for the bunny and ensure that it will live to see another day.
Though she did not know how to care for her new friend, she tried her utmost best. She kept the bunny warm, she fed her, she talked to her, they kept each other's company. They needed each other, desperately.
Every time she fed the bunny with milk, through a nose drop-turned-milk bottle, she looked intently at the bunny, smilingly whispering "Dear bunny, you have to live...please live".
Alas, Fate had different plans, for both the girl and her dear bunny. One morning, she had found her dear friend, laying motionless wrapped in a blanket meant to keep it warm. Her heart sank into unfathomable depths. No matter how hard she tried to brave the tragedy, her tears flowed without her consent.
She misses her bunny, ever more so with each passing day. Why bunny was taken from her, no one knows. But I would've liked to think that the brief presence of the small bunny had taught her to treasure every waking moment, and that the gift of life is beautiful regardless of how long it was lived or how it began. What mattered was how the fleeting time is spent.