I wipe a new wave
of joyful tears from my cheeks with the back of my sun warmed hand. My friend pats my shoulder and gives me
toothless grin.
“You
deserve this.”
This
sends another surge of tears coursing down my cheeks. Through the blur, I see
the remnants of a tent that has been my home for the last decade. I pat the
pocket that holds my winning lottery ticket and wipe at the endless stream of tears.
I wrap my arm around my friend’s waist.
“Please
come with me.”
My
friend smacks his knee.
“I
thought you’d never ask.”
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