🌅 Every morning, long before the city stirs, my dad dons his bright orange uniform, ready to make the streets shine. He smiles at me and says, “See you later, kid,” before stepping into a world that rarely notices the quiet heroes among us. 🧹💛

💛 He sweeps, collects, and cleans not for praise or attention, but so children can run safely, families can enjoy clean streets, and our city feels just a little brighter. Today, on his birthday, I have no grand gift to offer — only my deepest gratitude and love. 🌟🙏

🤍 Through his tireless work, he has taught me that true dignity isn’t about the title or the pay — it’s about honesty, heart, and the care you put into every task. Each street he cleans is a testament to integrity, patience, and love in action. ✨💫

🌆 So today, I ask: see him not as “just a worker,” but as a man shaping the world quietly, one street at a time. Thank you for noticing, for respecting, and for celebrating heroes like my father. 🧡💛