I slapped my thigh. That’s right! He’d have to swallow this bitter pill. Now, the most important thing was to buy the lottery ticket.
Following my son’s instructions, I went to a small lottery shop on the city’s outskirts. “Boss, five quick picks,” I said.
“No! Mom, not quick picks! I’ll give you the numbers; remember them: 05, 12, 19, 26, 31, 08, 14.”
I quickly corrected myself. “Sorry, boss, I’ll pick the numbers myself.”
Holding the thin lottery ticket felt hotter than the bag of gold bars. $11 million! If I won, I’d never worry again. “Son, can we really win?”
“It has to! In my past life, the winner was a homeless man who got drunk and lost his ticket. That scumbag father picked it up and claimed the prize. This time, we’ll take it first!”
Just as I got excited, Scott suddenly snatched the lottery ticket from my hand.
