I used to hold a grudge against my stepfather because he worked as a cleaner. I couldn’t understand why he chose that job. I thought it was beneath him, and I was embarrassed by it. I felt ashamed, especially when my friends would ask what he did for a living.
But over time, I started to see things differently. I realized that he worked hard to provide for us, doing whatever it took to make sure we had what we needed. His job didn’t define his worth, and the pride I had in his effort grew stronger than any judgment I’d placed on him.
Eventually, I learned that sometimes, the hardest work is the one that goes unappreciated, but it’s the work that truly matters. And I couldn’t be more grateful for all he did for our family.
