For months, I thought I’d hit the jackpot with my neighbor’s kids — two teenagers who spent their Sunday mornings cleaning up the street like they were running for public office. But when I saw one of them hiding something under a bush, I realized their “good deeds” weren’t what they seemed.
For months, I thought the neighbor’s kids were doing a wonderful thing by cleaning up our street every Sunday. Now, as a woman in my 60s, I’ve seen a lot in this neighborhood.
The good, bad, and everything in between — but seeing two teenagers, barely out of middle school, spending their weekends sweeping the sidewalks and picking up trash? Well, it gave me hope for the younger generation.
Every Sunday morning, I’d sit by the window with my cup of tea and watch them out there, pushing brooms, hauling trash bags, and making the place look neat. I was impressed.
They reminded me of my own kids when they were younger — before they grew up and moved away. It was almost… admirable.
One morning, as I was watering my plants, I spotted……
