11/06/2025
“They made fun of me because I'm the son of a garbage collector—but at graduation, I only said one sentence… and everyone fell silent and cried.”
I'm Miguel, the son of a garbage collector.
Since I was a child, I knew how difficult our life was.
While other children played with new toys and ate fast food, I waited for leftovers from the carinderias.
Every day, my mother got up early.
With her big sack over her shoulder, she went to the market dumpster to look for something to earn a living.
The heat, the bad smell, the wounds from fish bones, and the wet cardboard boxes were part of her routine.
But even so, I was never ashamed of my mother.
THE RIOT I NEVER FORGOT
I was only six years old when I was insulted for the first time.
“You stink!”
“You come from the garbage dump, right?”
“Son of the garbage man! Hahaha!”
And with each burst of laughter, I felt myself slowly sinking into the ground.
When I got home, I cried silently.
One night, my mother asked me:
“Son, why do you look so sad?”
I just smiled and said:
“Nothing, Mom. I'm just tired.”
But inside, I felt broken.
TWELVE YEARS OF INSULTS AND RESISTANCE
Years passed.
From elementary to high school, the story was the same.
No one wanted to sit next to me.
In group projects, I was always the last one chosen.
On field trips, I was never included.
“Son of the garbage man”… seemed to be my name.
But despite everything, I kept silent.
I didn't fight back.
I didn't complain.
I just decided to study with all my might.
While they played at the internet cafe, I saved up to be able to photocopy my notes.
While they bought new cell phones, I walked home to save the fare.
And every night, while my mother slept next to her sack of bottles, she repeated to me:
“Someday, Mom… we'll get over this.”
THE DAY I'LL NEVER FORGET
Graduation day arrived.
As I walked into the gym, I heard the murmurs and laughter:
“That's Miguel, the garbage man's son.”
“He probably doesn't even have any new clothes.”
But I didn't care anymore.
Because after twelve years, there I was—magna cm laude.
At the end of the room, I saw my mother.
She was wearing an old blouse, stained with dust, and holding her old cell phone with a cracked screen.
But to me, she was the most beautiful woman in the world..........
(The story continues...)👇👇👇
