Blood Over Five Million

Our family was so poor we could barely afford to eat, yet the lottery ticket I casually bought won five million dollars.

My brother's eyes turned red as he lunged at me, snatching the ticket and trying to tear it up.

My dad, who usually doted on me most, held a knife to my throat: "If you don't tear up that thing, I'll cut off your hands today."

Even my mom, bedridden and waiting for life-saving money, propped up her weak body and crawled over, crying out in terror: "You can't claim the prize."