"Carry Your Baggage, Sir?"

I hate my life.

I hate my boss who does nothing but think of himself. He gives himself raises while his staff gets tiny but noticeable cuts, and when someone tries to report him, they’re fired.

I hate my now ex-girlfriend who I found sleeping with my brother and former best friend. I still had her picture in my wallet, no idea why.

I hate my abusive family who berate me for everything I do in life.

Those were my thoughts as I disembarked from the plane. I went to grab my bags. When I’d gotten them someone tapped my shoulder.

I turned. Standing there was a hunched man who looked like he lived on the streets.

“For a dollar I’ll carry your baggage sir,” he said in a strained tone of voice, like he was carrying something already. I didn’t want to burden someone so at first I refused, but he insisted. I relented and handed him my roller. He insisted he take the rest. I reluctantly handed them to him.

As I walked out to get a taxi, my mood began to drastically improve. I forgot about all my worries and cares. When I got a taxi I told the man he could put my bags down. I handed him five dollars in thanks. He thanked me and walked away, looking like he was still carrying my bags from the way he hunched.

I got into the car after packing up and rode to my hotel. I pulled out to pay and saw a picture of me and a woman. The caption said she was my girlfriend.

Who is she?

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Credits to: morbiusgreen

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