I forgot for a moment that I was only joking, so I subconsciously asked, "Where's your money?"
Sarah's tone was unnatural and looked embarrassed.
"Your dad invested all the money in the business."
No sooner had I almost pulled the lottery ticket, which I was holding tightly, out of my pocket than I tucked it it back.
I took a deep breath, suddenly not knowing what to say.
Sarah turned around and walked out.
I stared at the pictures of our family hanging on the wall in bewilderment and frustration.
My father, Patrick Murphy, pushed the door in.
He had a cup of mango juice in his hand.
I loved mango juice, so he would always buy many boxes and keep them at home.
Then, Patrick would prepare a glass for me every day.
The mango juice he bought me was always wonderful, not too sweet and flavorful at the same time.
My depression had subsided a lot.
"Don't be upset. You know your mom's temper, and she can't take a lot.
"Listen, I'll try to transfer the funds to help you pay back the money first.
"You need to think things through from now on and never touch loan sharks, okay?"
Patrick's gentle tone soothed my aggrieved and anxious feelings.