On Charlie's birthday, he anxiously paced downstairs, expecting nothing more than a hug, but content with the notion that there was one day he was thought of. As he inched into the living room, he was given a small, light rectangular box, wrapped in golden foil with a red bow placed on the corner. Charlie had no idea what this item was, but his eyes beamed with happiness. Unsure of how to react, he looked up at his grandfather's smiling face. "Open it, Charlie," he said gently, trying to console him, "I hope you like it." Charlie smiled and slowly untied the bow. Unwrapping it, he indulged in every second of getting his first birthday gift, and felt amazing now that he was 11 years old. "A Wonka bar!" He exclaimed with joy and excitement. Grandfather's smile faded to an anxious stare. Charlie opened the candy bar, prepared to eat, when he saw something shining under the wrapper. Charlie, awe-struck by it, pulled it out. "Congratulations, you have been chosen to visit me, Willy Wonka, in my factory." signed, Willy Wonka. Charlie was in utter disbelief. As he read the letter aloud, his grandfather and mom began to cry tears of happiness. Charlie laughed with excitement as they came closer to hug him, "You're going to the Chocolate Factory!" Grandfather said with excitement, almost to reassure himself that it wasn't just a dream. Charlie was so ecstatic.