Several people from a small town in the Netherlands called the police after noticing something extremely strange at the house of nearby neighbors.
More precisely, although it was a period when it snowed a lot and the layer of snow deposited and grew, not a single flake “stuck” on the entire roof of the house, and this gave people to suspect.
Their initiation was correct, because the police officers who arrived on the spot discovered a really flourishing business inside, more precisely, a cannabis culture. The heat used to grow the plants did not allow the snow layer to settle.
Cannabis growers are being arrested by Dutch police in their droves after being caught by melting snow.
The wintry weather is proving to be a surprising foil to drug lords in the Netherlands as the lack of snow on roofs can give them away.
The owner of the building that hid the cannabis crop right in his own home now faces years in prison. The Netherlands has tolerant attitude towards personal marijuana use, but authorities only allow the cultivation of up to five cannabis plants. Scroll down for more…
I Found Out My Sons Nanny Was Secretly Taking Him to an Abandoned Basement Every Day, What I Discovered There Made Me Go Pale
As I knelt there, holding Liam close, a wave of emotions washed over me—pride, gratitude, and an overwhelming sense of love. Here was my little boy, quietly carrying a dream I had long abandoned, one that I hadn’t realized meant so much to him.
Grace explained that she’d stumbled upon my diary in Liam’s room and, after some heart-to-heart talks, Liam had shared his plan. Despite his age, he’d put his heart and savings into this project, determined to see me smile and reconnect with something just for me.
The weight of everything—my busy schedule, the nights I couldn’t tuck him in—suddenly melted away. It dawned on me that Liam saw more than I ever gave him credit for, sensing my stress and unspoken sacrifices. And instead of resenting them, he’d tried to give something back, something so uniquely thoughtful it left me speechless.
Liam glanced up, nervous but hopeful. “Do you like it, Mom?” he whispered, his voice barely audible.
I hugged him tightly, struggling to find words through the tears. “I love it, sweetheart. More than you’ll ever know.”
That evening, I promised to set aside time for sewing lessons with him, to explore this space together, and let this be our haven—our shared secret, a place just for us. The gift he’d given me was so much more than a room; it was a reminder of the dreams worth holding onto and the love that made everything worth it.
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