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.