He walked slowly through the grass, gazing at the rolling fields around him. This was all his now. What the hell was he going to do with it? He was a city boy, born and raised, the son of a hard-working single mom. He had never known his father, had never cared to know him and now all this.

When he received the call 2 weeks ago that his father had passed away and left him this land he was shocked, angry even. He had adamantly refused all claims on the property but eventually curiosity got the better of him and he booked a flight to see his father’s world. Now that he was here, he didn’t want to admit it but he was in love. This place was calming, peaceful. He felt all the hate and resentment slowly fading from him.

Taking one last deep breath of the sweet air, he turned and walked back to the two-story house that had belonged to his father. As he packed his bags for his return flight, he mentally checked all the things that he needed to take care of so that he could return to this place, his new home.