Every Monday like clockwork, Jesse and Lila pressed their little faces to the front window, waiting for the garbage truck.
It wasn’t about trash—they didn’t care what was in the bins. It was the sound, the rhythm, the spectacle of it all.
And more than anything, it was about two men they adored: Theo and Rashad.
Theo, quiet and kind, always gave a single honk just for them. Rashad, full of energy and warmth, waved like he hadn’t seen them in years.
They weren’t just workers to the twins—they were the highlight of the week, the heroes in orange vests who never failed to show up.
