March 1st 2027.
"Where are we going, Michael?" Myra asked Michael who was grinning.
"Come on Mom, after all the routes we have taken, you still have no idea where I'm taking you?" Michael pointed.
Myra shook his head. "I really don't know, Michael. If you can tell me, I'd appreciate it. You took me out suddenly from Tagaytay while I was working at the grocery store you gave me...Wait."
Myra started realizing where they were going. "We are going to the airport?"
Michael nodded. "That's correct."
"But…where are we going?"
"We are not going anywhere, we are just headed to the airport as I am expecting a delivery," Michael said.
Myra's eyebrows rose in curiosity. "A delivery at the airport? What could possibly be so important that we need to go there to receive it?" she asked.
