I think ghosts are real. When I was a child, I could see my older sister. She always wore the same old dirty clothes, like me, and we all lived together. But then one day, I couldn’t see her anymore.
Mama and Papa won the lottery. We were so poor that they said I was just seeing things that weren’t real. These days I’m very happy. But it looks like our lotto winnings are going to run out soon.
The girl wasn’t seeing a ghost. Her older sister was real, and the family didn’t win the lotto. They sold the older girl for money, and now that money is running out. It’s possible that the narrator may be next…