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The Unlucky Ticket Sandra Loera from Mexico
When we were leaving the store, there were people selling tickets. You could win money or new cars. I bought two tickets because I just had two pesos, and each of them cost one peso. When I was about to scratch them, my aunt's boyfriend wanted to scratch one of them, so I gave him one of the tickets. When I scratched the ticket that I had, it didn't win. Then my aunt's boyfriend scratched the other ticket, and it was the winner of a new car. He was very happy, but the ticket was mine. I couldn't understand why he was happy, but then, in about three minutes, I understood what was happening. He signed the ticket right away. Automatically, the ticket was his because he signed it. I couldn't claim the ticket anyway because I was underaged. Nevertheless, I was the winner, and I was convinced that the car was mine. A week later, my aunt and her boyfriend went to Monterey, Mexico, for the car, and they came back with it. After that, they decided to sell the car, so they sold it right away. When they got the money, I told them that the money was mine not theirs. They ignored me and took all the money. I didn't receive any money. I was very upset and mad. That day, I was wondering how a member of my family could do that to me. My dad and the rest of the family were very mad at them, too. Finally, I came to the United States. I haven't seen them for about six years. Now I know that they bought a house, and they got married. I don't know what I am going to do when I see them again. Fate is very weird because about a year after I came to the United States, I won another car in a raffle. This time, I won a Camaro car. Maybe it was a gift from God. Today, I am feeling good because I don't feel angry any more toward my aunt and her boyfriend.
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