Not once not twice but a thousand times the phone rang. A little boy about the age of 7 was standing there....looking at the phone knowing ..... KNOWING ......his fate. This little boy had a name and his name was Charles. Charlie had cancer. He suffered. He fought. And he found nothing. All hope was lost when the phone rang. The boy knew what the news was. He should give up Charlie thought. Giving up is the wright choice. He had seen her mom and dad frustrated with all the paper work and bills..BILLS. It was all his fault he said...all his. Charlie's mom can upstairs to check on her boy. She was sad to find him not playing with his toy cars , not reading the get well cards...not doing what he used to do.
