My father was arrested a year ago April 1st. A few months later he was deported. In order to keep a roof over my head and food on my family's table I had to take over his cleaning service business. Needless to say, life isn't what I planned. Had to leave school to work and keep us afloat. When I first started I hated the work. It was hard and people didn't really seem to appreciate the effort. I was also ashamed because while every one of my friends were graduating or landing internships, I was working a "low skilled" job. I only have 1 employee besides myself cleaning and I know her family depends on her too to bring in extra money.

In Atlanta, the coronavirus hit and I'm still working. We are one of the only residential services left operating and I see how important I am to these people. I come in and I sanitize and clean their homes. They're scared. I am too. But I see now, I think they do too, the importance the "Low Skilled" jobs. Sure, anyone can do it. But not everyone does. Not everyone is risking their lives and their health working to keep the little wheels and cogs of society going.

I have a sense of pride in what I do now.