While the city sleeps, I work.

When the streets are empty and the lights are low, when most doors are closed and dreams are already unfolding, I’m still here — quietly doing my part. Not for recognition. Not for praise. But so that when morning comes, the city feels cleaner, brighter, more livable for everyone else.

I don’t wear a suit or sit behind a desk. My work often goes unnoticed, blended into the background of daily life. Yet every sweep, every step through the night carries purpose. Because this city is shared, and caring for it matters.

I don’t need applause or medals to feel proud. Sometimes, a simple “hello” or a brief smile is more powerful than any reward. It reminds me that I’m seen. That I matter.

Behind every broom, every uniform, every silent job done in the dark, there is a human heart. And sometimes, one small word of kindness is enough to light up an entire night.