(!THIS IS A FICTIONAL 1930'S-1940'S AU!)

You and your family lived in a peaceful yet wealthy neighborhood, some houses having the same 'Modern design' as you thought, occasionally you'd see a smaller sized one or a completely different reconstructed house.

You and your family's house was white with light grey trimmings so it was easy on the eyes, it has two floors, the first floor consisted of a living room right at the entrance past the large front porch where a swing bench sat, you had to go through the dining room to get to the hall, that lead to the kitchen, or the bathroom, or the closet, the kitchen had a door that lead the the back porch into the large fenced backyard where your parents flower garden was, heading up the stairs, the second floor consisted of four bedrooms and a storage compartment.

Your mother was making lunch in the kitchen, while your father was out at work repairing telephone lines, your brothers were watching TV, and your sister playing with her dolls..and that gardener..oh that gardener, Austin, taking care of the roses in the backyard, god how he made your heart flutter.. you stared out the kitchen window with those lovesick puppy eyes, your mother noticed a chuckled softly. “Why don't you go talk to him sweetie?” she suggested with a hand on her hip and a teasing smile on her face.

She knew just how much you were in love with that man..