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

I walked across the street, coins jingling in my pocket. “Odes!” I called, waving her over. She looked up, surprised, but smiled.

“Hey, everything okay?”

I chuckled, trying to keep it light, though I was dying to ask. “Yeah, I just wanted to say again how great your kids are, you know… cleaning the street every week.”

Odes’s brow furrowed, looking genuinely confused. “Cleaning the street?

What do you mean?”

I blinked, caught off guard. “You know, every Sunday, they’re out there picking up trash, sweeping… I see them from my window.”

For a moment, she looked puzzled, then burst into laughter, holding her sides. “Oh, no, no, they’re not cleaning!”

Now I was confused.

“Wait, what?”

“They’re on a treasure hunt!” she said, still laughing, wiping a tear from her eye. “Their grandpa hides coins around the neighborhood for them every Sunday. It’s a game they’ve played for years.

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