"Home"was a pretty generous word for this place. The stairs Charlie entered through were broken. For the stair's step were never whole. The edges were jagged, some steps were missing and cracked tiles were revealing the cement underneath it. With a lump in his throat and a gloom on his dust covered face and disheveled hair, he went straight to the kitchen. Right beside the creaky shelves and dirty utensils, there was a water pot that had barely enough water to quench his thirst after his fruitless endeavor moments ago. He took a "clean" glass, and washed it a little using the water from the leaky kitchen roof . He was just going to put the glass that his hand slipped and the already unbalanced pot crashed on the floor and spread into the floor of water and broken pieces. Charlie started crying. and reluctantly opened his mouth and faced upwards towards the leaking part of the roof and had to content himself with a little stream of dirtied water. The door knocked!
"Charlie! Open the door you little worthless twerp!" a woman's voice said from the other side
" Yes mother!" Charlie came rushing to the door.
The door opened and there was a little women in revealing clothing with cowboy boots and a nightgown. Her face was filled with make up and lipstick smeared on the side lips like some one has rubbed it. Her blond curly hair may have been enchanting once but for now it was covered with dust and dirt from the wind outside. With raging blue watery eyes and a foul breath she shouted,
" DON'T JUST LOOK BOY, I'VE BEEN WORKING ALL NIGHT! BRING YOUR MOTHER A GLASS OF WATER!"
Charlie's eyes were wide with fear after hearing this order from Ms. Krinch. What was he to tell his mother? The pot was broken and his mother just came back working the night. With shaking hands and a little trembling feet he went into the kitchen and put the glass just below the leaked roof and watched as a thin stream of dirty, standing water filled the glass. Innocent Charlie went back to his mother and served her the glass. Surprising to him, she drank all of it and her face was the face of content. After that she thrashed his face so hard that the dark spot from the previous beating got a bit darker. But he didn't cry, for he got used to it.
" You better fix the pot before I leave for work boy!" Ms. "Candy" Krinch said to him as a transparent packet filled with a white powder fell from her purse.
Charlie didn't dare ask what was it. Its always there with his mother. He was curious as to what it was but the courage of asking the question already have turned into cowardice due to the repeated abuse. With that order Ms. Krinch disappeared into her shabby but feminine room with snorting sound behind the closing doors.
It was now time to find an adhesive strong enough to put the broken pieces of the pot together. So he took some coins to the market to buy one. This time there was no hope in his steps, just fear. Fear that what might happen if he failed to fix the pot. Then he had a light-bulb moment. With a little more coin he could buy a new pot for his mother. So he turned to the pottery market and bought a nicest looking, perhaps a bit smaller pot. He was so proud with himself as of this moment. His mother will be so happy, he thought. Just when he was about to enter his door step he heard a familiar sound. A sound that filled him with a familiar feeling of joy. It was the white box of paradise. He was so excited seeing the box that in the fit of excitement he dropped the box. That destructive noise turned the joy of his face from gloom to fear to dread. Just as his head entered inside the door, his hair was pulled so hard that he got lifted like a sack of potatoes by his mother. She thrashed him around repeatedly while holding his hair and threw him across the room with so much force that some of his hair got ripped apart and got left in the abuser's hand.
While being thrashed around Charlie's mind was going in various directions.'How could she have known?', 'She neither saw or heard the breaking of the second pot'. Just as he was thrown across the room he noticed the white powder on and around his mother's nostrils. His crack addled mother couldn't think straight and was angry like a wild animal and in the fit of rage, dropped on the jagged edges of the broken staircase. Right on her throat. She couldn't breath. Charlie too while bleeding ran towards her and started crying, trying to stop his mother's bleeding. After a few minutes of tears and blood addled choking. Ms 'Candy' Krinch died.
Sitting beside her lifeless body. Charlie desperately tried to wake her up, but to no avail. Then there was a joyful sound again!
The white box was standing right beside Charlies house. At THAT moment, Charlie forgot about his mother and almost hypnotically walked towards the the white box. A man opened the door and greeted charlie while offering him an orange Popsicle. Charlie took it and licked it with such joy and enthusiasm that he cried and hugged the man. And thus
THE END!!