peelsdeeni
The Unoriginal Disappointment
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I recently fished up this childhood trauma story from the depths of my brain(and because its trauma, I just happen to remember most of it, and any I don't I could just fill in the blanks by asking my parents cause they don't give two s**ts about my self proclaimed trauma), and I decided that since I don't have any friends to tell this to, I should tell it to internet strangers that just happen to be horny all the time.
I was about 5 or 6 years old when this happened and I was at my childhood home back in China to pick my brother up with my parents to go to America. My parents decided to also stay for vacation. During that time we visited an aunt (I think it was her B-day or something idfk) and she gave us a rabbit. My 5 year old ass decided that the rabbit was cute and that it was my pet. I told my parents and my grandparents that it was from then on my pet, and they agreed(at least that's what my mom told me). So I gave it a name. I have no idea what name I gave the rabbit but I'm gonna say Bob because I can.
I think we had Bob for about a week or so. Then one day, my 5yr old self was walking down the steps to the house to go visit a neighborhood friend from across the street(how come children can make friends so easily tho?) and I came across my grandpa killing my f**king rabbit.
I remember asking my grandpa(in Chinese but I'm gonna try and "translate" the best I can) if he was killing my rabbit. He said no, it was just a very long eared cat(this is so racist but I can't make this shit up) I remember asking him why a cat would have such long ears and he just replied something like, genetic mutation, just, in a way a 5 yr old kid would understand. I was thinking something along the lines of, I'm pretty sure he's lying but Xin-Xin was waiting for me(my friend's name) and that I really didn't care. And later that night, guess what we had for dinner? Rice, something, something else, and that's right, rabbit meat. I remember I myself even ate it.
tldr; When I was 5 or 6, I got a rabbit, my grandpa killed it, served it for dinner, 5 year old self ate it and didn't care(named him or her Bob btw)
When I asked my mom (this is recently though) why we even kept the rabbit for so long even though my grandpa was gonna kill it, she said that we had to make sure it was safe to eat.
I think I was a fucked up 5 year old.
I was about 5 or 6 years old when this happened and I was at my childhood home back in China to pick my brother up with my parents to go to America. My parents decided to also stay for vacation. During that time we visited an aunt (I think it was her B-day or something idfk) and she gave us a rabbit. My 5 year old ass decided that the rabbit was cute and that it was my pet. I told my parents and my grandparents that it was from then on my pet, and they agreed(at least that's what my mom told me). So I gave it a name. I have no idea what name I gave the rabbit but I'm gonna say Bob because I can.
I think we had Bob for about a week or so. Then one day, my 5yr old self was walking down the steps to the house to go visit a neighborhood friend from across the street(how come children can make friends so easily tho?) and I came across my grandpa killing my f**king rabbit.
I remember asking my grandpa(in Chinese but I'm gonna try and "translate" the best I can) if he was killing my rabbit. He said no, it was just a very long eared cat(this is so racist but I can't make this shit up) I remember asking him why a cat would have such long ears and he just replied something like, genetic mutation, just, in a way a 5 yr old kid would understand. I was thinking something along the lines of, I'm pretty sure he's lying but Xin-Xin was waiting for me(my friend's name) and that I really didn't care. And later that night, guess what we had for dinner? Rice, something, something else, and that's right, rabbit meat. I remember I myself even ate it.
tldr; When I was 5 or 6, I got a rabbit, my grandpa killed it, served it for dinner, 5 year old self ate it and didn't care(named him or her Bob btw)
When I asked my mom (this is recently though) why we even kept the rabbit for so long even though my grandpa was gonna kill it, she said that we had to make sure it was safe to eat.
I think I was a fucked up 5 year old.
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