dear lottery
Dear Lottery,Its me again, your hopeful friend, clutching this ticket with dreams clinging to its edges like dust motes in the sun. This time, I promise, Ive got the feeling. The numbers whispered to me in the shower this morning, each one a lucky charm, a beacon in the darkness of my everyday life.You see, Dear Lottery, Im not asking for much. Just enough to ease the anxieties that gnaw at my soul, to chase away the ghosts of financial worries. I dream of a modest haven, a place where bills are paid on time, and laughter rings out, unburdened by the weight of uncertainty.This isnt about greed, Dear Lottery. Its about a chance for a different life, a life where I can finally breathe, where my dreams have room to bloom. I picture myself helping others, spreading kindness like wildfire, making a real difference in the world. I know youre a fickle mistress, Dear Lottery. Your kisses are rare, your favors bestowed with a capricious hand. But tonight, Im holding onto hope, a fragile thread woven from a thousand wishes. Im holding onto the belief that maybe, just maybe, this time, it will be me. So, Dear Lottery, please, consider my plea. Let me be the one to taste your sweet victory, to feel the warmth of your blessing. For I promise, Ill use your gift wisely, with a grateful heart and a spirit overflowing with joy. Sincerely,Your Hopeful Friend