ALEXANDRIA WINSTON
"Wow. I love it here.” I squealed to my father, pressing my face against the tinted glass of his car, as we ventured into a private neighborhood with beautiful private compounds, I could only catch a glimpse off, since they were lost in the trees.
I've always been an avid lover of nature and this neighborhood with the hidden homes, surrounded by ponds and trees was breathtaking to me.
My father turned at a right, coming up on a private drive with, tree tunnels ending up on a big picket iron gate that opened on it's own, my dad drove in the concrete driveway with manicured lawns and a tree roundabout.
“Beautiful” I muttered to the Mediterranean style mansion home, with its cobbled path leading to the front porch that had blooming flowers and trees on the sides, and
