The Silent Man

One afternoon, my mom called a taxi to take me home after school. My mom called when the driver had arrived as shown on the taxi-hailing app’s real time route, but he failed to answer. Then, when my mom’s phone call got through, it was the school guard who answered. He explained that the driver was unable to talk. I felt a bit nervous when climbing into the taxi, but I soon saw that he wasn’t any different than the other drivers during the ride. I thanked him when I got off the taxi. He nodded and smiled to me.

That afternoon, a silent man drove me home, confident in his life.