“I heard something at school yesterday…”
Andrew looked down at her, already knowing he might not want to hear the rest.
“One of the moms looked at my invitation and made a face,” she whispered. “She said something about… garbage trucks.”
The words settled heavily between them.
Andrew worked harder than most people would ever see. Early mornings collecting city waste. Long afternoons unloading shipments at a warehouse. Weekends fixing motorcycles in a friend’s garage just to earn a little more. Every dollar went toward tuition, books, and giving his daughter a chance at something better.
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