THE SECURITY GUARD WHO ALWAYS NODDED AT ME — I NEVER LEARNED HIS NAME UNTIL ONE NIGHT WHEN HE TURNED AROUND AND DID SOMETHING THAT MADE MY SKIN CRAWL

Every morning before going to work in Quezon City, I would pass through the building lobby where the security guard stood on duty. I always greeted him.

“Good morning, sir,” I would say.

He wasn’t talkative. He wasn’t even the type to smile. But whenever I walked past, he would raise his hand and nod. There was a kind of quiet shyness in him, but also respect. I didn’t know his name, yet he had become part of my daily routine.