[Rose Isle, Orlando FL, Sun, 24/03/2019, 9:55]
The sun beamed over the neatly manicured lawns and gleaming villas of Rose Isle, casting a golden hue on the quiet, high-end district. The air was warm and slightly crisp, a perfect Florida morning. A postal truck hummed softly as it made its rounds, the postman stepping out every few moments to deliver envelopes and packages to the polished front doors of the villas.
He was a man in his late forties having been a Poast man for 2 decades and loved the job he did understanding its importance. He still remembered his younger days where his mother would have to wait months on end to receive mail via the post. So, he took the job serious loving the occasional interactions he had with some of the people he delivered parcels to. The Rex, Parker, and Davis households were no exception to this tranquillity as they all sat around their respective dining room table. Life moved at its usual Sunday pace, with families gathered for breakfast.
