Every Sunday, the Kids Next Door Cleaned Up Our Neighborhood – Until I Discovered What They Were Really Doing

We told twelve of them.

They just had to find it.

I read that sentence several times.

She was right.

The children had been asking for help every Sunday.

Not with words.

With patterns.

With glances.

With a trash bag that was never quite full.

With small objects hidden where responsible adults might eventually look.

The following spring, Laura returned to the continue reading …