On the 27th of November, amidst the bustling city life, a young woman sat by her window, the glow of her laptop screen casting a serene light on her face.
“Dear Lottery,“ she began, typing furiously into the comment section of the lottery website.
“I don\“t know if it\“s the universe testing me or just sheer luck, but this could be the day my dreams come true.“
With each word, she felt a mix of hope and skepticism, her fingers dancing across the keyboard. She recounted her life\“s story, her struggles, and her dreams, ending with a heartfelt plea.
“Please, Lottery, let it be mine,“ she wrote, hitting submit.
As she closed the laptop, she smiled, feeling a strange sense of peace wash over her.
But as the days turned into weeks, her hopes waned, and she began to think she\“d never hear back from the lottery.
Then, on a rainy morning, as she reached for the door handle, the letterbox yielded a small envelope. She opened it, heart pounding, and the words inside sent her world spinning. |
