Extra Ticket

They've all gone to Boracay.  I bought a ticket for myself.

But I'm here at home, probably thankful for having a reason not to go.

I'm not even mad.  Just worried because of the expenses I made for this trip.

I got a call when they were still in the airport.  They just found out I'm not joining them.

And then I overheard the voice of somebody who brought his mistress with him on the trip.  I heard him say that I should have given the ticket to someone else if I wasn't planning to go.

I would give it freely to his children if they wanted to go with him.  Other than that, I'm keeping that ticket.

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