I do see a title.. but okay let's go with the flow and see where the story ends..

I don't think it ever happened anyone welcomed me wherever I went let alone invited me for dinner. I wonder where that great place is or do I have to grow old before someone will welcome me?

Somehow the candle house (I know it doesn't make sense) reminds me of "the house of wax"although these two houses have nothing in common except candles could be made.

The people of the village, I wonder why they don't fight back or protect what is theirs. Are they waiting for the next elderly to spell it out and lit a candle or something else to brighten up the place?