The Funeral Wreath, A Smiling Vengeance

All the relatives knew I had a "vintage, simple-minded cousin."

For my birthday, she gave me dry homemade lard biscuits; when I ran a marathon, she gave me stiff cloth slippers.

Then came my graduate school convocation. She brought a white funeral wreath with the word "Rest" in bold letters, wishing me a swift ascent to heaven.

In my past life, I slapped her right off the stairs.

To avenge her, my brother framed me for cheating on the admissions exam. The university revoked my admission.

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