"Welcome to old sweet Niceworth." The sign said when they drove by it. "What bring you to our town stranger?" The drive asks the women sitting in the back of the taxi.

"My uncle owned a property here and gave it to me."

He nodded his head then peak in the rear view mirror and notice her cargo paint she was wearing and a dog tag around her neck.

"Ma'am if you don't mind me saying, I notice that your attire that you have are army colors. Did you serve by any means?"

"Yes for six years."

"Wow! Did you get injured or something personal? If you don't mind me asking?"

"Honorable discharge. I fulfill my contract. For a welcome home present, my uncle gave me his old place in this town for a new beginning. Plus, I have nowhere else to go."

"Well, I can tell you that you won't regret it. This is a mighty fine town. Your meet a whole lot of great people here."

"I'll take your word for it."

He smiled."And thank you for serving ma'am!"

She softly smiled and stayed silent. Not long after, they reach the house. He parks right next to the curve.

"I'm happy somebody is finally gonna live in this house. It's been empty for about a decade now."

She grabs her bags out of the trunk. "Oh let me help your bags ma'am."

"No it's fine, I got it." She pulled out only one suitcase.

"This is all you have?"

"You don't need or wear a lot in the army." Reminding him. She began to walk to the front door. "Thanks for the ride."

"Anytime ma'am. If you have any questions or need any help settling in, or even somebody to talk to, you will find me driving around in old yellow mellow."

"I'll keep that in mine."

"Wait ma'am! I didn't catch your name."

"Tamora." She put her hand out.

"Ralph. Welcome to Niceworth." They shook hands then he waved good-bye to her and drove away in his little yellow taxi.

She reaches for they keys and unlocks it. The door open very slowly. She walks in and the old musty smell hit her. The wood was moldy and the floor creek when to walk on. All the furniture was covered in dust. The kitchen was no better and the bathroom was even worse.

She carefully walks upstairs, even the stairs would creak when walk on. Every window was either crack or already broken. The lights won't work at all and let's don't even begin on the water supply pipes.

She leans against the wall and looks at her dog tag. "Gonna be a lot of work. But this is a new beginning, a new life for me and it's gonna be worth it." She tried to smile while holding her dog tag tightly in her fist. "It's gonna be." She slides down on the wall until she sat on the floor. A single tear fell down her cheek. "It has to be. What else do I have?" More tears fell down her face. "Nothing."