By S. Webb
“Momma, where do white rabbits go when they die?”
Grief rolled over me in waves, sucking me down and squeezing the air from my lungs. My daughter, eyes too bright in her thin face, looked up at me. Her favorite rabbit, Snowball, had passed in the night. Wrapping her slight body in my arms, I buried my face in the scarf that covered her bald head.
“White rabbits go where they can run and play and live happy forever.”
“Is that where I am going to go when I die?”
My heart shattered.
“Don’t be sad, Momma. It’s a special place.”
So much grief in so few words. Kudos.
I wanted it poignant but not sappy. Thanks for the comment.
No parent should ever have to experience.
True. Thank you for the comment.
Beautiful!
Thank you!
Beautiful. You conveyed a tragic topic in a unique and powerful way. Great job.
Thanks for the feedback and comment.
Wonderful words of a child to provide comfort. Wow, well done
Thank you for reading.
Beautiful!!!!
Children have more insight then some adults give them credit for!
If this story is true for you so sorry!