There are times in life that we see ourselves collapsed by economic debts, or because we want to cover many material needs at the same time, a house, a car, among others. In short, we would like to have a wand, to which we could flutter and magically solve everything.
My father, even though he worked, was a dreamer, he always thought "if I buy a lottery coupon and win it, with that I will help my children more. He was never really right.
One morning on the twenty-fourth of December, we were preparing breakfast for the whole family, then my husband and I were preparing the table where we were going to assemble the hallacas, my dad was in his room lying on his bed watching television, waiting for the Kino Tachira, this was a kind of lottery, a cardboard with ten random numbers, which came previously with a serial code. I remember clearly when one of the presenters said "in a few minutes we will announce the last Kino Táchira show of the year, so don't move from
your seat". I laughed to myself thinking about that old dreamer. Time went by, my brothers, sisters-in-law and nephews and nieces arrived, and the excitement began, the children were playing all over the house. Kneading the dough to start working, the show began, I heard very clearly how the machine caught each ball identified with the numbers. The presenter of the program was humming each number until reaching the limit of twenty numbers, he said: "there is no winner, but there is an accumulated, it is a millionaire card and it is in the city of..." . For a few minutes there was a long silence, I did not pay attention to him; however, my father, shirtless, approached the table, whispered in my ear: "I have the millionaire card, but there is a detail, I have no money to go store and claim the prize".
I took him to my room, I told him: "I prefer you poor, but I live with us, lest the criminals watch you and kidnap you" he said: "from that money I give one million to each of you my children, and the rest for me and your mother, you can even build the house of your dreams" I answered: "no, that is for you and my mother, father I don't want riches, neither poverty, just enough to live on, but don't worry, let me see if I have cash". I went to my closet and opened the drawer, she jammed alando sounded a little rough "rck,rck,rck" until I opened it all the way, I gave the money to my father and he left. I went back to my kitchen chores, at that instant my mother came up to me and said "you heard, your father says he won the millionaire coupon". I told her everything he had told me and said with my eyes sobbing "I hope God gives him many years to live, even though we are adults now, he insists on helping us". When we were talking, my eldest nephew was passing by, he heard the conversation, stopped and said "because I am the eldest grandson, I have to get my share" we both looked at him and said "you, if you are ambitious, wait for things to happen and then invent".
We went to our chores in the kitchen, at about one o'clock in the afternoon my father arrived all crestfallen, I approached him with my mother, I asked him "What happened? How did it go?", he replied, "I arrived at the lottery sale, the man told me "friend, you are wrong, the winning card fell in the western region, so all my dreams fell apart" I hugged him, I told him how much I loved him and the important thing is that we are all together as a family.
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