'Home sweet home.' I mumbled softly when the colossal iron gates of the Crawford residence pulled open and the regal Crawford Mansion came to view. I took a deep intake of breath as the awe-inspiring modernized structure glowed beautifully under the early morning sun.
"Were home, honey!" Alexander Crawford exclaimed softly, unable to contain the fondness that now glowed upon his inky eyes as he stared ahead. After he turned the roaring engine off, he hurriedly clambered out of the car, turned in the opposite direction, and pulled the car door open for me.
"Thank you, papa," I mumbled absentmindedly, never once taking my gaze away from the sight of the Crawford Mansion which looms over me like a titan.
