The carpenter was looking out the window, sitting in his chair, in the same place he had been for years, almost like a statue,
he was polishing a toy he had been working as long as he had been staring, now, his tools were just for keeping dust, as he had stop using them for a long time now.
As the days go by, the debts grow higher but his wife looked him with hopeful eyes, hoping that he'll someday snap out of it. The carpenter kept polishing a gift he would never be able to give.
Day after day, the carpenter kept looking out the window, his gaze stopping at a tombstone. The carpenter kept looking out the window, until the day, he didn't looked at all.