He cleans the streets for a living and before heading home, stops to look at a curio shop and the merry-go-round at the door. He cant ride it since all the money he earns must be handed to his mother.
She spends the day at the house; mostly by herself or in her chars company... She has everything and also longs to ride the merry-go-round.
Everything the char has is far away, and like the children, also dreams of reaching it.
A story with no text, with an ending as surprising as the story itself. A coin, a trinket and a shared moment are the keys to opening the doors of a dream.