30/11/2025
I won 50 million dollars in lottery money and carried my son to my husband’s company to share the good news. When I arrived, I heard cheerful sounds coming from inside. I made a decision.
Just that morning, I was nothing more than a tired stay-at-home mom in Atlanta, Georgia, picking up cereal crumbs off the kitchen counter while the TV in the corner talked about the Mega Millions jackpot like it was a fantasy meant for other people. My three-year-old was on the living room rug with his blocks, and our bank account was hanging on by a thread, like always.
The ticket had been an afterthought, something I bought at a corner store next to the Kroger while it was raining, just so the cashier would stop insisting that “someone in Georgia is going to hit it big.” I tossed it on the fridge with a magnet and almost forgot it even existed. If I hadn’t needed the shopping list underneath, I might never have checked the numbers.
But I did check. And as I stared at the Georgia Lottery website on my phone, each winning number fell into place like a slow, cruel joke the universe had decided to play on me. My hands shook, my heart pounded, and for a moment I just slid down to the cold kitchen floor because my legs didn’t feel like they belonged to me anymore. ( Read more in the comments section 👇 )
