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

Idris wasn’t just picking up trash. He was crouching near the big oak tree by my house, brushing leaves aside, and carefully placing something under a bush. I squinted, trying to see better, but I couldn’t tell what it was.

It didn’t look like trash. He seemed sneaky about it, glancing around before standing up and moving to the next house. I frowned, my curiosity kicking in.

Why was he hiding something under a bush? I decided to wait until they were done. I wasn’t letting this slide.

After 30 years in this neighborhood, I know when something feels wrong, and this definitely did. Once the kids were out of sight, I put on my gardening gloves and headed outside. The cool breeze brushed my hair as I walked to the bush.

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