Short character sketch - Trashcan

Set out upon a road that hadn't been paved in thirty years rested a steel can lined with rust that had been passed down trough the generations. Within, a broken mason jar with the lid still screwed on was filled with the partially frozen remains of a puréed sweet potato. Beneath the jar were the torn remains of an application for part-time job at Macy's filled two weeks ago, dusted with curdled formula. Compressed, lying just beneath a lid that barely close, was a box of diapers, men's large. And just behind it, sat a tiny house that had been passed down through the generations.