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

neighborhood once.

Rick’s house had been sold.

She came with a police escort to collect the last of their belongings.

Mia and Ben came too.

The entire street seemed to appear outside at once.

Nobody knew what to say.

Mrs. Alvarez hugged Laura.

Mr. Patel handed Ben a new baseball glove.

I stood beside the bush where I had found the first drive.

Mia walked toward continue reading …