De buurkinderen maakten elke zondag onze straat schoon – tot ik ontdekte wat ze werkelijk aan het doen waren.

street.

“That man has been watching your house,” she said.

I turned toward the window.

A dark car was parked across the road.

The driver was staring directly at me.

Then the car slowly pulled away.

That was the moment I realized those two children hadn’t been cleaning our street.

They had been trying to protect us.

And somehow, they had been braver than all of us.