SEEN BEFORE THE CITY WAKES
While the city sleeps, we rise.
Uniform on. Responsibility heavy. Strength quiet but real.

We clean, organize, prepare—so others can start their day without noticing the work behind it.
The hardest part isn’t the weight or the long hours.
It’s feeling invisible.
Behind this uniform is a mother, a daughter, a life built with dignity.

If you see us—say hello.
Sometimes one word gives strength back.