The Winning Ticket

Summary

For my birthday, my sister Ashley gave me a ten-dollar scratch-off ticket. I won two hundred bucks.

And my mother’s face fell apart.

She snatched the ticket out of my hand, her knuckles white. "This is Ashley’s luck! You give this back to her, and I’ll buy you a new one."

I was stunned. "Mom, I’m the one who scratched it..."

"Why do you have to be so selfish?" Her voice shot up, sharp and accusing. "Do you know what your sister makes an hour? This is a week's worth of groceries for her!"