Koshas Rabbit

Relationship: Im/migrant

Koshas Rabbit. When my wife and I came to United States after the U.S.S.R shutdown it was the only thing we had that was sentimental. My wife was pregnant with my son Kosha. It was brand new and fresh. It felt soft and comfortable to hold. I am a poor person, a farmers boy who fell in love with a city girl in Kazakhstan. We both could never afford anything new, so having Kosha's rabbit represents a new life in America. It feels cheesy to talk about it but it is true. When my son was born he flayed it around like it was trash. I talked to my son about it and he remembers that he lost it when he was 7. He said it was ragged up and dirty. One eye was missing, the back of the rabbit was open a little bit and fluff was coming out. I then remembered around that time buying him a Nintendo ds to play with his other friends. I was happy. We had accomplished the American dream due to hard work and dedication. Koshas Rabbit. A sign of a new beginning.

Place(s): New York City
Year: 2001

– Andrey

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