Anna

Anna On maple street, I am the third house on the left, my plain bleak walls are up for sale. Glancing over at the other homes I sag, their bright walls encase lovely families. I never thought that I would be in this shape, before my bedrooms were bright and beautiful, now they're empty and my paint is peeling away to reveal my true value, I am worthless. I am leaking tears of anger in the bathroom towards the people who left me, and it's seething in the kitchen as rust. Today people came to look at me, the moment they saw me, a murmur went through the party. The week after, a moving truck stopped in front of me. Holding my breath, the same family moved into me, it was a miracle. Now I am a happy home, full of loving caring people to take care of my leaks, rust, and paint, in return I take care of them.