I am a thief and can steal other people's things. My mother always praises my cousin for everything: good grades, making money, good looks, good boyfriend... Then, she will look at me with a strange and obscure look. I unconsciously shrank my neck, like a dark mouse peeking into my cousin's happy life. The jealousy and unwillingness in my heart screamed crazily in my ears: Take away her life! Grab everything! God has mercy, I stole everything from her. Now, it's my turn to be proud.
