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Neighbor’s Kids Were Cleaning Our Street Every Sunday – When I Found Out What They Were Truly Doing, I Was at Loss for Words

Sep 17, 2024

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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.

Senior woman looking outside | Source: Midjourney

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.

Teenage kids picking up trash | Source: Midjourney

One morning, as I was watering my plants, I spotted their mother, Grace, coming out of her house. She was always in such a hurry, probably off to work.

“Grace!” I called out, waving. “I just have to say, your kids are doing a great job with the neighborhood cleanup. You must be proud!”

Grace paused, looking at me with this strange expression — like I’d just said something that didn’t quite sit right with her. But then, she smiled politely. “Oh, yeah… thank you, they’re… good kids.”

Women having a conversation | Source: Midjourney

Something in her voice felt off, but I brushed it aside. I didn’t think much of it at the time. I figured she was just in a rush, maybe late for work.

Over the weeks, I kept watching them — Becky and Sam, I think their names were — out there every Sunday morning, working harder than kids their age usually do.

I even offered them lemonade once, but they politely refused, saying they had “things to finish up.” I remember thinking how mature they were for their age.

Senior woman holding a tray with two glasses of lemonade. | Source: Midjourney

Last Sunday, something strange happened. It was their usual routine — Becky and Sam had their heads down, working their way along the street like they always did. I was watching from my window, when I noticed something odd.

Sam wasn’t just picking up trash. No, he was crouching down near the big oak tree in front of my house, sweeping some leaves aside, and placing something… carefully… under a bush.

I squinted, trying to see more clearly through the window, but couldn’t make it out. Whatever it was, it didn’t look like trash. In fact, he seemed almost secretive about it, glancing over his shoulder as he stood up and moved on to the next house.

A teenage boy sweeping leaves near a big oak tree | Source: Midjourney

I sat there, frowning, my curiosity getting the best of me. Why would he be hiding something under a bush?

I decided to wait until they were finished. I wasn’t going to let this go. After all, I’d lived in this neighborhood for over 30 years. I knew when something didn’t feel right, and this… well, this definitely felt off.

As the kids disappeared around the corner, I slipped on my gardening gloves and shuffled out the front door. The cool breeze caught my hair as I walked down the sidewalk toward the bush.

I bent down, moving the same pile of leaves aside that Sam had. My heart raced just a little — there’s something thrilling about uncovering a mystery, even at my age.

Senior woman searching for something in the bush | Source: Midjourney

And then, there it was.

Coins. Loose change, scattered and hidden under the leaves. Quarters, dimes, even a couple of shiny pennies. I frowned, my mind racing. What on earth were they doing, hiding money like that?

I stood up, looking around. Now that I knew what to look for, I couldn’t stop. I started searching under more bushes, moving stones aside, peeking into cracks along the sidewalk. And there it was again — more coins.

Coins scattered in the bush | Source: Midjourney

Tucked behind the street sign, wedged between the bricks of the curb, even hidden in the corner near the storm drain. It wasn’t just a few coins here and there either. By the time I was done, I’d gathered nearly five dollars.

“Why in the world would they be hiding money instead of picking up trash?” I mumbled to myself, pacing back and forth on the sidewalk.

I stood there momentarily, staring at the coins in my hand, my mind racing through possibilities. Were they up to something? Were they hiding the money for someone else?

Senior woman holding coins in her hands | Source: Midjourney

Later that afternoon, while I was still trying to wrap my head around what I’d discovered, I saw Grace again. This time, she was unloading groceries from her car.

I figured this was my chance to get to the bottom of whatever strange game her kids were playing. I marched across the street, the coins still rattling in my pocket.

“Grace!” I called out, waving her over.

She looked up, surprised, but gave me a small smile. “Oh, hey. Everything okay?”

I forced a chuckle, trying to sound casual, though the question burned at the tip of my tongue. “Yeah, I just wanted to mention again how thoughtful your kids are, you know… cleaning up the street every week.”

Women having a chat | Source: Midjourney

Grace furrowed her brow, looking genuinely confused. “Cleaning up the street? What do you mean?”

I blinked, taken aback. “You know, they’re out there every Sunday, picking up trash, sweeping… I see them all the time from my window.”

For a second, she looked completely puzzled, then a slow realization dawned on her face. She burst into laughter, clutching her sides. “Oh, no, no, no, they’re not cleaning!”

Now it was my turn to be confused. “Wait, what?”

Confused senior woman | Source: Midjourney

“They’re on a treasure hunt!” she said between fits of laughter, wiping a tear from her eye. “Their grandpa hides coins around the neighborhood for them to find every Sunday. It’s a little game they’ve been playing for years. They’re not picking up trash — they’re searching for treasure!”

I stood there, frozen, trying to process what she was saying. “A treasure hunt? You’re telling me that for months I thought they were being model citizens, cleaning up the street, and they’ve just been… playing a game?”

Women having a conversation. | Source: Midjourney

Grace grinned and nodded. “Exactly. My dad started doing it when they were little to keep them entertained on Sundays. He hides a few coins — quarters, dimes, even a dollar bill here and there — and they spend the morning looking for them.”

I stared at her, my jaw slack. “So… all this time, I’ve been watching them, thinking they were the most responsible kids on the block, and really, they were just hunting for coins?”

Grace nodded, still smiling. “Yep, that’s about right.”

Women having a conversation | Source: Midjourney

I leaned against the fence, letting out a long sigh, and then… I laughed. I laughed so hard that I nearly doubled over. “Well, I’ll be! I thought they were these perfect little neighborhood angels, doing their civic duty, and here they were, playing pirates!”

Grace joined in, her laughter ringing out across the quiet street. “Yeah, sorry about the confusion! I guess it does look like they’re cleaning, but trust me, they’re just in it for the treasure.”

Shaking my head, I pulled the handful of coins from my pocket and held them up. “And this? This is the grand prize I’ve been collecting all afternoon!”

A person’s hands full of coins | Source: Midjourney

Grace’s eyes widened. “Oh no, you found their stash!”

“I couldn’t help myself,” I admitted, laughing again. “I saw them hiding things, and my curiosity got the best of me. I thought they were up to something sneaky!”

Grace waved a hand, still grinning. “Don’t worry, I’ll let them know where their treasure went. They’ll think it’s hilarious.”

We stood there for a moment, the air between us filled with the sound of our shared amusement. And then Grace gave me a curious look. “So, what did you think they were doing? I mean, really?”

Senior woman talking to a middle-aged woman | Source: Midjourney

I shrugged, embarrassed but smiling. “Honestly? I thought they were cleaning up the neighborhood to be polite. You know, like some sort of community service project.” I paused, a sheepish grin spreading across my face. “I even complimented you on how thoughtful they were.”

Grace laughed again, shaking her head. “Well, in a way, I guess they are. I mean, they’re keeping Grandpa entertained, and they’re outside getting fresh air, right?”

“True enough,” I said, still chuckling. “But I’ve got to admit, you had me going. I really thought I was watching future city council members at work.”

Senior woman in deep thoughts | Source: Midjourney

Grace smiled at me, and for a moment, everything felt perfectly light and simple. “Who knows?” she said, her voice warm. “Maybe they’re learning a little responsibility after all. Even if it’s just for a few coins.”

“Maybe,” I agreed. “But next Sunday, I think I’ll just sit back and enjoy the show… treasure hunt and all.”

Grace winked. “Sounds like a plan.”

Women having a conversation | Source: Midjourney

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