Visiting Home

Tessa cruised through the familiar streets of her childhood, the air carrying a nostalgic blend of memories. This was her street, her home, and the tranquility of the suburbs embraced her. Parking by a quaint apartment, she gathered her handbag and a stack of papers neatly bound in binders.

Her childhood home stood gracefully, a charming red-bricked mansion adorned with climbing ivy, exuding a timeless allure. The driveway hosted a sleek midnight-blue sedan, its polished exterior reflecting the surrounding greenery.

The front garden, a tapestry of blooming flowers and manicured shrubs, framed the entrance with a touch of nature's elegance. The house, though not grandiose, held an understated charm, welcoming all who approached its inviting facade.

As she approached the house, a loud hum caught her ears. It was the sound of a lawn mower that caught her attention. A silver-haired, elderly man meticulously manicured the lawn. Tessa smiled and greeted him.