Red Ball, No Luck

Synopsis

On Thanksgiving Day, I went home in the middle of buying soy sauce and overheard my mom planning to raffle off a Bentley to my sister. My aunt asked, "What about Stella? What will you give her?" Mom froze for a second, then twisted her mouth and said, "She's tough; rain or shine, nothing bothers her. A little electric scooter will do." My aunt sighed, "Don't play favorites so obvious. If Stella finds out, she'll be upset." Mom smirked proudly, "Relax. I've been doing this for 26 years. She's so slow that she'll never figure it out." After saying that, Mom laughed her head off. She was so proud of herself for messing with me for 26 years and getting away with it. But in the end, I was the one who won the Bentley. I laughed. No one else in the family could.