He wakes up before most people even notice the day beginning 🌅.
While the world is still quiet, he’s already out there — moving through streets most people rush past without a second thought.

He cleans what others overlook.
He does the work that keeps everything going, even when no one is watching.

Today, we lit one small candle for him 🎂.
Not a big celebration.
Just a moment of recognition.

My father works the streets — not for praise, not for attention.
He works to do his job well, to come home honest, to provide in the way he knows how.

Life hasn’t always been gentle with him.
There have been long days, tired hands, and years that asked more than they gave back.

But life has been steady.
And along the way, there has been goodness 🤍.
In showing up.In quiet responsibility.
In a heart that never asked for more than dignity.

So if you have a quiet word of thanks today, leave it here 🙏.
It may not be loud, but it will be felt — deeply.