For Weeks, I Praised My Neighbor’s Kids for Cleaning the Street – But One Morning I Uncovered the Truth Behind Their ‘Kindness’

“Odes!” I called, waving. “Your kids are doing a great job cleaning up the street. You must be so proud!”

Odes paused, giving me a strange look—like I’d said something odd.

But then she smiled politely. “Oh, yeah… thanks. They’re… good kids.”

Something in her tone felt off, but I let it go.

I figured she was just rushed, maybe late for work. Over the weeks, I kept watching them—Calla and Idris—out there every Sunday, working harder than most kids their age. I offered them lemonade once, but they politely said no, explaining they had “stuff to finish.” I thought they were so mature for their age.

Last Sunday, something weird happened. It was their usual routine—Calla and Idris were out there, heads down, moving along the street. I was watching from my window when I noticed something strange.

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