Sneak peek inside my brain

Daydream 33

"Oldie, remember when we used to travel around the world?" I smile, holding Oldie's trembling wrinkled hands as he lay on the sick bed, awaiting death.

"That was years ago." He chuckles. "Do you still have that ticket? I could use some good luck."

I retract my hands quickly and shot him a stern warning. "Don't even think about it."

I remember that very moment clearly, just as though it was yesterday. It was a turning point in our life.

The radio announced the winning numbers very late at night, while I was sweeping the house.

I knew it was impossible to win a lottery the moment the third place isn't even your number, but there was still a little bit of that childish hope. Maybe a second place?

The second number was called out but it wasn't my lucky numbers as well. Yet another fruitless night, I thought. I  walked over to the radio. Just as I reach for the power button, the announcer announced the first place starting number. It was finally a 7. Was it? 

3. Another correct number. I drop my broom and hurriedly searched for my lottery ticket. A7, and a 3! 

5. It was a five! Just one number to go! I held the ticket tightly as though my life depended on it.

Give me a two please, dear God-whoever you are. A two. A two. A two.

2.

The radio congratulated the winners as another pop song played.

My eyes were wide with elation. My lucky paper, my lucky numbers, my lucky radio, my lucky broom! I've just won! In just that one second, I've become rich!

"What's wrong with you." Oldie had grumbled as he walked out of the bathroom.

"I knew I'd win it all back, I knew it!," I shouted, before lowering my voice as best as I can. "I've struck gold. We've won the lottery!"

Everything changed, because of that lottery. For better and for worse.