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.”