I won something!

     I was a lucky child, always winning the raffles my mother entered me in. However, my most memorable winning would have to be the time I won a tall ceramic woman for my mother. I was 7 years old, and I wanted to give my mother the perfect birthday present. However, since I was I child I did not have an allowance. I tried to save up money, but the temptation of buying snacks was too high. How I craved those sweets!
     The lack of mental strength against junk food lead me to apply into a church raffle. My mother's friend was in charge of it, and when my mother asked me if I wanted to enter it my answer was a definite "Yes!" I knew I was lucky, but I did not know how much. I was patiently hoping that I would win something worthy of my mother. I knew that the prizes ranged from a food basket to a couple of t shirts. I wanted to desperately win!
     Over the next week, I began to think of the raffle as a rip off. We had not even been informed of who won and the deadline passed days ago. I began to worry. What if I actually lost this time? That same day, my mom received the item I won at the raffle. It was not until I got home, that I realized I won something, and it was perfect! There it was, a tall ceramic woman, dressed in spring clothing, wrapped in clear cellophane, and topped off with a bow.
    This was it! It was the perfect birthday present for my mother. She had seen it earlier, but she though I was going to keep it. I made her believe hat, when in reality I hid the prize in the closet. The challenge of waiting, was patience. I could not be patient when I knew my mother would be happy with the present I would give her. I was anticipating her smile and her thank you hug, thus proving to me that I had done a good job. 
     When her birthday came, I ran to the closet. I ran so fast, that I felt the wind in my house press against my face. I nearly hurt myself in the closet, trying to find that prize. When I found her, I gave her to my mom (her refers to the "she" that the ceramic represents). My mom responded exactly as I had imagined, she was grateful, gave me a bear hug, and a kiss on my forhead. I was proud that I managed to follow my pan though. I was happy with the outcome.