It was raining one Sunday morning, my parents were the church type. Even if their was an earthquake, we would still go to church. But something about today was different.

Everyone was looking gloomy as usual, except my little sister Abigail. She only looked happy when she is truly happy or has done something mischief. For the six years, I have known her, something was behind this smile.

We had returned from church when my Pà turned on his mighty radio. He loved listening to it every afternoon while my Mà would be folding our laundry. On the other hand, I would be helping my junior one’s with school work. It was a routine.

“Ahhhhhhhhhhhh, ” my Pà screamed from the balcony and we all rushed out to know why the sudden strange scream.

“We are rich, we won the lottery ticket price.” My Pà shouted.

My Mà broke into a hearty smile and started dancing. Everyone was happy, Abigail was the happiest.

“I knew we will get it, thank God I did what Barbie told me.” Abigail said. And Barbie was her doll.

“What the Barbie tell you and what did you do?”

“Pà She told me to grow the ticket.“

Everyone froze, my Pà rushed inside and took one look at the Television and knew that Abigail had removed it from their. Now we were beginning to connect the dots, the reason she has been so happy since morning.

“Abigail go and bring the ticket, please my Princess.” My Pà begged.

That was when Abigail brought out a small earthen pot and like a lost puppy on a rainy day, she stood there and gave my Pà the most innocent look one could ever imagine. My Pà fainted.

The End.

If Abigail was your child, what would you do?

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