Charlie

Charlie was adolescent boy, and much like me and you, he had a face with two eyes, a nose and a mouth, he had two arms and two legs with the right amount of fingers and toes. However, Charlie was, it is unfortunate to say, cursed with the affliction of having poor parents.
His parents didn't mean to be poor, but without a college education, Charlie's father was resigned to factory work and his mother was a house keeper for richer folk. Charlie also had the severe misfortune of living with all four of his grandparents. He loved them dearly, but they only took up space in their tiny apartment and food from the mouths of Charlie and his parents. Charlie expected that it was only a matter of time before his father shipped his grandparents off to the glue factory.
You would expect, due to his destitute upbringings, that Charlie would have nothing to live for, but this was not the case. As it turns out, Charlie had one dream, and that was, of course, to win Mr. Willie Wonka's candy bar competition. All one had to do was open a Wonka chocolate bar, find a golden ticket, and win a lifetimes supply of chocolate and a tour of the factory.
One day, when walking home from school, Charlie found some money on the ground. It was enough money to either buy two chocolate bars for himself, or to buy regular food for his family for the rest of the month (Wonka chocolate is a notorious luxury item). Being the inconsiderate boy that he is, he bought two Wonka bars.
He wolfed down the first bar, noting with sadness that there was no golden ticket to be found. He opened the second bar and tore off the wrapper and there he found, as one could almost predict, a golden ticket!
He ran home to his parents to show them his good fortune.

"Mother, Father! I found the last golden ticket!" shouted Charlie exitedly.
Charlie's glanced his way. "So?" his father said, with a bored look on his face.

"Don't you understand father?" said Charlie, "This is a once-in-a lifetime opportunity!"
"Did you read the golden ticket?" asked his father, petulantly.
Charlie looked down at his ticket and saw, with surprize that it was more of a yellowish color then it was gold.

Charlie cleared his throat.

"Redeem this ticket for one medium-sized Wonka product at your nearest candy shop."

"You see," said Charlie's father. "This is real life. And in real life, there is no such thing as little boys being granted there one true wish, even in the face of adversity. I'm thinking that's something you should get used to, because as of tomorrow, you're going to quit school and start working in a sweat shop."

With that, Charlie's father lifted all four of the grandparents over his shoulder, and made his way towards the glue factory.