I am a construction worker.
Which stands as an invisible rank in the society.
It is a hard job.
I wake up at 4 a.m. in the morning everyday, with small and sleepy eyes.
I brush my teeth, then walk to the dining table to have my breakfast.
Having two pieces of break only, my stomach growled.
As I took the public bus to the construction site, I was being stared at with unfriendly gaze.
That feeling hurts alot, but I can't complain to anyone.
I have to feed my sick grandma, lying at home, waiting for her dinner every night.
From morning to night,
Nailing, hammering, scrolling and dust,
were things that I faced everyday.
The dust would make my eyes watery and puffy.
When work had ended, I would walk the path of an eerie street to takeaway for my grandma.
It was fish porridge, and she would not accept any other fish porridge from any other stalls.
She visited it every alternate night when she was well and healthy.
With a huge sigh, i kept my miseries deep inside, to myself and walked home.
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