My last memory of my biological mother was going into Wonka's candy store with her. She bought me a chocolate bar and told me to stay where I was. I did as I was told and stayed sitting at the counter nibbling on my chocolate bar. It got later and later, eventually it was time for the store to close. One of the workers took me home with him. I went back everyday and sat in the same stool for a week by my mother never showed up to get me. The man who had taken me in had a wonderful family who welcomed me without a second thought.

I quickly learned to call the parents of the house Mum and Dad. The man who brought me home was my Grandpa Joe. He had a wife, Grandma Josephine, they were Mum's parents. Grandpa George, and Grandma Georgina were Dad's parents. I was eight when they took me in and I was ten when Mum gave birth to Charlie this is his story that I am about to tell you but it has as much to do with me as it does with Willy Wonka. It all started one night when Dad came home from the Toothpaste factory.

"Evening Buckets"

"Hi Dad" Charlie and I said looking up from our individual work. I had a drawing of the Wonka Factory in front of me putting on some finishing touches and Charlie had his math homework.

I could hear Mum muttering about the soup to dad then proclaiming for the whole house.

"Nothing goes better with cabbage than cabbage."

Dad came over with some toothpaste caps for Charlie to make into his Wonka Factory. One was doubled up and you could see Charlie get excited.

"It's exactly what I need."

"What is it, Charlie?" Grandpa Joe questioned.

Charlie in all his excitement pretty much repeated what he said before.

"What piece is it" I asked calmly

Charlie proclaimed that it was a head for Willy Wonka as he stuck in on the rest of the body finally completing his project.

"Well Charlie it's quite a likeness" Grandpa Joe said

"You think so?"

"I know so. I saw saw Willy Wonka with my own two eyes. I used to work for him, you know."

"You did?" Charlie couldn't believe it.

"He did Charlie, that's where he found me." I added on.

"Thank goodness he did" Grandpa George added in.

"I love grapes" Grandma Georgina said.

Grandpa Joe launched into his story. He told us about Wonka's never melt ice cream that seemed impossible yet the man somehow succeeded. He told us all about the factory. The largest chocolate factory in history. As he was describing how at the opening he kissed Grandma Josephine, Charlie interrupted.

"Grandpa don't make it gross"

We all chuckled at that.

"Tell him about the Indian prince. He'd like to hear about that." Grandma Josephine said

"You mean Prince Pondicherry? Well Prince Pondicherry wrote a letter to Mr. Wonka and asked him to come all the way to India and build him a Chocolate palace."

Grandpa Joe told of how Wonka built the palace then informed him that it would melt if he didn't eat it right away. True to his word the palace melted around the prince.

I couldn't believe somebody could be that self centered. But Grandpa wasn't done yet. He went on to tell about the spies and all that went on inside the factory and out until he finally closed the factory, forever.

"But it didn't close forever. It's open right now." Charlie said hopefully

"Ah, yes. Well sometimes when grown ups say forever them mean a very long time." Mum reasoned.

"Such as, I feel like I've eaten nothing but cabbage soup forever." Grandpa George always the pessimist put in.

Dad silenced him and the story went on becoming mysterious when Grandpa Joe told about how the factory opened again yet none of the workers got their jobs back.

"But there must be people working there." Charlie argued

"Think about it Charlie. Have you ever seen a single person going into that factory, or coming out of it?" I asked

"No the gates are always closed."

"Exactly"

Charlie asked who was running the machines and we all began to get wrapped up in the mystery until Charlie asked why nobody asked Mr. Wonka?

"Nobody sees him anymore. He never comes out. The only thing that comes out of that place, is the candy... already packed and addressed. I'd give anything in the world just to go in one more time, and see what's become of that amazing factory."

"Well you won't because you can't, no one can. It's a mystery and it will always be a mystery. That little factory of yours Charlie and that drawing of Mikayla's is as close as any of us is ever going to get." Grandpa George had to crush all of my brother's dreams as well as mine and Grandpa Joe's in those few sentences.

We went to bed but not before saying goodnight to our grand parents. When Charlie and I hugged Grandma Georgina she whispered to us.

"Nothing is impossible, dears"

Little did Charlie and I know that during the night as we slept the impossible had already begun.