We wake up before the sun —
while the world is still quiet and the sky still unsure of its colors.
Our hands touch the cold soil before they ever touch our schoolbooks,
and our clothes are stained long before the first bell rings.

Some people avoid us.
They switch seats, wrinkle their noses, or turn away from the smell of honest labor.
But we carry no shame.
💛 Because every grain of rice we eat, every vegetable on our plate, every cup of milk and slice of bread —
all of it is made from our parents’ sweat,
and from the sleep we traded to help them keep our family alive.

Behind these dusty clothes are children with dreams as wide as the fields we grow up on.
Hearts that ache for the same kindness, the same respect, the same chance to be seen as worthy. 🌱

So if one day you see a farmer’s child stepping off the fields —
mud on their shoes, sun on their face, hope in their eyes —
please offer them a smile, a gentle “hello,”
a reminder that dignity belongs to every child.

✨ Because the hands that feed the world deserve nothing less than respect