Today is my dad’s birthday. He’s a cleaner.
Before sunrise, while the world still sleeps, he wakes at 4 a.m., puts on his uniform, and carries his dignity to work.
No complaints. No excuses. Just quiet strength and an honest smile.

Some overlook his job. I see a hero.
He taught me that real work doesn’t need applause to have value.
So if you’ve ever thanked a cleaner — thank you for seeing people like my dad

Happy birthday, Dad. You are my pride.