Being a single dad was never the life I imagined. But after everything else in my world lost meaning, it was the only thing I had left—and I was ready to fight for it no matter what.
I work two jobs just to hold onto a cramped apartment that always smells like someone else’s cooking. I mop. I scrub. I keep the windows open. Still, it smells like curry, onions, or burnt toast.
Most nights, it feels like everything is barely holding together.
During the day, I ride a garbage truck or climb into muddy trenches with the city sanitation crew.
Broken mains, overflowing dumpsters, burst pipes—we handle it all.
At night, I clean quiet downtown offices that smell like lemon cleaner and other people’s success, pushing a broom while screensavers bounce across massive, empty monitors.
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