My Classmates Mocked Me for Being a Garbage Collector’s Son — On Graduation Day, I Said One Sentence They’ll Never Forget
Growing up, I learned early what it meant to feel invisible. My classmates knew me not for my grades or my kindness, but as “the garbage collector’s kid.” My mom woke up before dawn every day, pulling on her reflective vest and climbing onto a sanitation truck so we could survive after my father died…