By Clara Chow
Many years ago, I had two rabbits.
One was white and was imaginatively named by me as “Xiao Bai” – which means “little white” in Mandarin. The other was black, so no prizes for guessing it was “Xiao Hei” (little black).
The way I remember it, I had spotted them while at the wet market with my mother.
I must have asked her for them because, soon, the rabbits were in a cage in our apartment.
We fed them cabbage and carrots, and I – a three- or four-year-old then – stuck my little hand through the bars and stroked them.