The House

Me, the house, has not been chosen in one year. I wish I was chosen.
But no one cares. Once a week, I thought that someone was going to buy me but they just rented.
But then I said to myself that I would just ask the owner of the village this
“can you make the my price go down.” And he agreed, but still no one wanted me.
Maybe they just have a house I told the owner this “makes you free”
Ok “people don’t want me because they don’t see me, I will make a sign in the middle of the street telling people to buy me.”
So I did, then I was the only house left in the village. Then someone finally bought me.
This was the best day of my life but I didn’t know what will