Sunlight enters my room, signifying that it''s time for me to get up. Accompanied by the sound of bones creaking in protest, I rise out of my bed. I go through my usual morning routine, which mostly consists of eating some dry bread, brushing my teeth and washing my face. I take some time to look at a portrait of my parents. They left me this house but unfortunately also left me. I descend the stairs and look outside. It is a beautiful day. I make my way to the garage. This old man cannot retire, as someone has to take care of this house. I put a pair of gloves and pick up my trusty machete. I walk to the garden, and as expected, the kudzu has invaded my backyard once again. Just like every day before. With a sigh, I start cutting the plant with my machete. While doing so, I cannot help but look at the sea of green filling my vision. The other residents of this town have already left due to the plant''s invasion. But I have not. My parents left me this house, and I will protect it until my very last breath.The genuine version of this novel can be found on another site. Support the author by reading it there.