Life is not fair, is it?

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I was at the hospital grounds at midnight last night, the party did end a Cinderella closing. I was so hungry I gulped at the lasagna and chicken a la king my daughter saved for me. Oh, that filled my stomach good. Thank you. But as I chewed the delectable party food, my daughter was yacking about the succeeding raffles not being fair. The residents did have three parties with different consultants. As always, the consultants give prize money for the raffle. Guess what? My daughter won the first two. Ha ha. Lucky Girl, as always. When the third raffle prize was called, my daughter was surprised to hear another resident's name, with an addendum that her name was taken away from the raffle bowl, because she keeps on winning the first prize. Oh well, I said, life is really not fair. Grrr. She would have given me the money. Now my nose is fuming. Joke.