Since last June, I have started my daily afternoon walk along the waterfront from my office.

I ran into this security guard three to four times a week. Each time we saw each other, we nodded or smiled to acknowledge each other. 

I noticed he often had a book in his hand. I asked what he was reading. He flipped the cover to an angle that I saw Harry Porter. I asked, "Do you like it?"

I don't know yet. Reading is not my thing. I just started reading this.

As time passed, we exchanged a few words about his reading progress. I constantly said, "Reading is good; keep reading..."

He was advancing to 2,3,4,5, 6, and 7. 

About five weeks ago, he finished the whole series. I asked, "What's next?"

I don't know yet; maybe another fantasy...

 Four weeks ago, he still had an empty hand without a book. I asked, "Are you willing to read another genre?"

I don't know. I have not read others except Harry Porter.

"Next week, I will bring you a book."

Still, we had yet to introduce ourselves.

Three weeks ago, I handed him Invisible Orphans. 

"I can lend you this book, which is not fantasy. It is a literary fiction. I wrote it."

He turned the book and looked at it. 

"What is your name?"

Manuel, the cover is beautiful.

"Jade Moon Le," I extended my hand, and he shook.

"Let me know if you like it or not. Don't worry about me as the author."  I put my hand in front of his chest, "The review should come from the reader."

I will try. Thank you.

I have been busy at work for two weeks and have not seen Manuel.

Today, I saw him reading Invisible Orphans. 

"How do you like it?"

He turned around and smiled.

Everyone is dying. But very good. I am already past half. I am at Matthew's father...

I obtained Manuel's permission to post this via social media.

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