My father cleans the streets — and today, I celebrate him 💙
Yes, he’s a street cleaner.
And no, I am not ashamed. I am proud.

Proud of the man who wakes before sunrise,
who works while others sleep,
who keeps our streets clean without ever asking to be seen.

He taught me that honest work is honorable work.
That dignity doesn’t come from titles, but from responsibility.
While some chase applause, he chose consistency.
While others complain, he shows up — every single day.

Today is his birthday 🎉
And the greatest gift I can give him isn’t wrapped —
it’s respect, gratitude, and the promise to carry his values forward 🤍

Happy Birthday to the man who made hard work look like love 💙