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The Lotter The Lottery The wind whipped my hair out of the braid my mother made. i didn't reach up to tug the strand back where it belonged. i knew the wind would just tug it out again. it broke my heart to know it would be the last time my mother would ever braid my hair. i remembered her hands, coming through my strands, a rhythm that always calmed me, but this was the first time she was crying as she did so. "Why are you crying mother?" I had asked, "Are you sad?' She shook her head and finished off the braid, turning me around the face her. "No," she said, placing a hand on my cheek, "I'm proud." When i looked in her eyes, I didn't expect to see pride. I expected to see sorrow, some sadness at the fact that i was leaving. But I didn't see