I was visiting my families grave who died in a massacre.
I am the only survivor..
"I miss you mom, dad, lil' bro.."
And then i saw an old women putting clovers around on my aunts grave, who also died on the massacre.
I ask her—
"You know my aunt.?"
"Yes, she is my friend way back then.."
"Ohh.. Then why are you putting clovers around on my aunts grave?"
"I wish her rest in piece and good luck."
I bid my goodbye and walk away.
I quickly read the flower dictionary..
Clover meant for revenge, not good luck..
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