When I arrived home in the afternoon, the stove was still burning, and steam rose from the covered pot.

"Mom, the rabbit is gone..."

As soon as my aunt arrived home, she looked for the rabbit, only to find the cage wide open and empty inside.

My hand trembled as I lifted the pot lid, and with a clang, I closed it again.

My aunt seemed to sense something, crying as she tried to lift the lid, but I stopped her: "Don't look."

Inside the pot were rabbits covered in blood, four newborn bunnies, a pregnant mother rabbit, filling the pot to the brim.

I covered my aunt's eyes, my anger raging inside.

"Sister, do you think this much firewood is enough?" My father's excited voice came from outside the door.

"It's enough, it's definitely enough this time! When it's cooked, give me a big one, that's our deal." My stepmother lowered her voice, unable to hide her joy.

"Don't worry, I can't finish this much either."

"...Auntie, Auntie won't come back, right?"

"No, when she comes back, the rabbits will be gone too, who knows!"

The door opened, and I looked at the two people at the door, one big and one small, expressionless, asking, "Is it true?"

With a "clatter," the firewood in my father's hand fell to the ground.

"Mom, Mom, why are you back?" His voice trembled, and before he could finish, he ran away.

I grabbed the door latch and smashed it over, seeing my father stumble and fall.