For months, I thought I’d struck gold with my neighbor’s kids, who diligently cleaned our street every Sunday. But when I discovered their true intentions, I was left speechless.
As a seasoned resident of our neighborhood, I’ve seen it all. But two teens taking pride in their weekend cleanups restored my faith in the younger generation.
Each Sunday, I’d watch Becky and Sam from my window, armed with trash bags and brooms. Their dedication impressed me, reminding me of my own children’s youthful endeavors.
One morning, I complimented their mother, Grace, on their community service. Her hesitant response puzzled me, but I brushed it off.
Weeks passed, and my curiosity grew. One Sunday, I noticed Sam hiding something under a bush. Not trash, but something shiny.
Intrigued, I waited until they left and investigated. Beneath the bush, I found loose change – dimes, quarters, and pennies. More coins were hidden elsewhere, tucked away in clever spots.
I gathered about $5, baffled by their motives. Were they saving for something or hiding from someone?
Later, I confronted Grace, coins still rattling in my pocket. She revealed the truth, leaving me stunned.
“They’re not cleaning; they’re on a treasure hunt!” she exclaimed, laughing. Every Sunday, their grandfather hides coins for them to find.
I felt a mix of surprise and amusement. “So, all this time, I thought they were model citizens, and they were just playing a game?”
Grace nodded, smiling. “Exactly. It’s a family tradition, started when they were little.”
We shared a hearty laugh, and I returned the coins. “I guess I’ll just enjoy the show next Sunday.”
Grace winked. “Sounds like a plan.”
