Once Upon A Home

I am a home. So broken, nowhere to roam. Houses like me, I cannot see. House is so clean, I can see. Kids run with fright. Kids stare at night. Until one day... A family moves in! A boy with a weird chin. A wheelchair with stickers. He has chocolate, looks bitter. All night, all day they work. The children watch and lurk. Then one day, The family is happy to stay! I am not an old house anymore. Now I look better than before! They found new Windows. I see better “there look at the train go!” Days are louder with the kids. But every day is better. Bits to bits.