My Classmates Mocked Me for Being a Garbage
A Hard Beginning
My childhood was shaped by survival. After my father’s fatal accident,
my mother became a sanitation worker—the only job that would take her.
Her sacrifices defined our lives and kept us afloat.
Growing Up Invisible
At school, I was known as “trash lady’s kid.” The bullying pushed me into isolation,
eating lunch alone and hiding the truth at home to protect my mother’s fragile smile.
A Promise and a Push
I promised myself that if she gave everything for me, I would study my way out.
A teacher, Mr. Anderson, noticed my effort, challenged me, and helped me believe a future was possible.
Redefining Pride
A full-ride scholarship changed everything. At graduation, I finally spoke the truth.
I realized being “trash lady’s kid” was never shameful—it was the foundation of who I became.
