Anther cold winter month has come. The skies where covered in grey clouds to where not even the tiniest of warm sunlight was able through. A young single mother with an infant that was only six months old was getting ready for work. She wasn't the tallest or the neatest. She was pale and bone skinny to where she was accused of being anorexic. It wasn't something she could help. She was in debt and had barely enough money to feed neither her child nor herself. These were hard times. She slowly walked over to her child's crib and gave a weak smile
"My sunlight, my pride and joy, mommies little solider, my only son!" she said in a voice that, sounded like it was fading away. She kissed his small pale forehead "I love you so much I would give you the whole world if I could." After her goodbyes she headed off to work to another day at work. She worked in an old run down news paper factory, there wasn't many people working there, the city's population was small. Walking in she greeted everyone with warm hopefully smiles, until she ran into her boss, a young blonde man with glasses and a personality that could make any one's day brighter. His name was Alfred F. Jones. She watched as he was setting down his lunch on the table that was next to him.
"Is everyone here?" his voice echoed in the room, so that it was hard to not here the tall American man. The workers looked around and nodded in agreement that everyone was here and in count. "Good! Then lets gather around shall we, it's time for a game of chance, the lottery"
Alfred gave a big grin and walked off to grab only a few things, the workers gathered around; the eager boss came back with a small worn out black baseball hat. The heat were starting to tear at the seams, the other thing was a rusted bingo number turner which the handle could fall off at any second. The workers passed around the hat. The small, single mother was the last to pick a small, folded up piece of paper. Every one with a tight gripped fist was nervous to see who would get the lucky number.
Alfred started to turn the bingo machine, the sounds of rusted metal rubbing against each other and the small plastic balls clanging together made things more intense for everyone. It slowly stopped
"Lucky number 40!" the tall blonde American called out in a serious tone
Everyone started to unfold there papers. The nervous single mother took her time, finally unfolding the paper, her dark brown eyes widened. She had the number; she took a step back in disbelief. People started to push her forward, congratulating her along the way.
"Looks like we have a winner." Alfred gave a cocky smile. The woman frowned and nodded not denying that she didn't win.
She lined up against the cold wall and looked over to her desk seeing a picture of her son
"Looks like I'm the winner." she smiled still looking at the picture.
Frowning Alfred pointed a small pistol and the mother's head softly saying his last words, "Congratulations."
How lucky will you be?