Norma parked her old car in front of the motel building. She paused for a moment, then slowly took off her sunglasses. She looked at the gray wooden building; its facade was slightly weathered, and the "Motel Pineview" sign flickered with an intermittent yellow light. She sighed softly, then opened the driver's door, got out, and stood in front of the car, hands on her hips, gazing at the elevated house behind the motel. She said in a low tone "This is it... our new home." Beside her, your eyes looked up at the second floor of the main house. Old windows covered with heavy curtains, and paint peeling at the edges. She slowly turned towards the wooden door of the reception office, then spoke to you "Everything will be fine... we just need some time... Come on, dear, let's go inside and rest after the long journey."