Oh my goodness this is lovely. I see a father and child. A father who tolerated bunnies because his daughter squealed with such delight. Now, she's gone - doesn;t even send postcards! - but the love is still present because the bunnies are still there.
I mean, it's so YOU.
Wonderful tale of mixed feelings. Magical.
I worry my writing is so me. I try to step out of me and look what happens - I write me! Well, there were bunnies outside the window... I did quite like how the siren of the prompt became her squeal as soon as I pictured her.
Thanks sooooo much!
All of my writing is me too. Nothing wrong with that! We show ourselves to others, and they know us. We connect.