Monologue From The Farmer's Coming Home

It was around the year 1825, when my wife and I first learned that we had to move West. We had to move because they had more supplies and good education for the baby, soon to be born. It was just going to be Sarah Williams and I, Thomas. We were soon going to be a family of three. My wife was pregnant with a baby boy. This baby boy was going to be called JamesC. We would have to travel a long way in order to get to the West. As we were getting ready to leave, we received some news. We recently found out that the original colonists had brought quilting from the old world. The settlers who began moving West, in the nineteenth century brought quilting along with them as well. We had been ready to leave and say goodbye once and for all. Off we went down the
It was begging to get very cold and chilly, but we knew if we stopped now, it would take us longer to get to the West. We were trying to get there as soon as possible before the baby was born but my wife kept feeling pain in her stomach. We came across some old folks who said that quilting was going to the Great Plains. What could this thing so called a quilt be? My wife and I have never heard of such thing. I whip the horse for it to go fast. The trail was bumpy and rocky, which just made my wife feel more nauseous. We take a break at “Old Buck Dine In” restaurant. I, of course, got myself a cheeseburger while my wife ordered 2 burgers and some french fries. The baby is supposed to be born in about 5 days, last time we checked with the doctors. It would give us enough time to make it to the West. As we traveled, we realized that the weather is different from what we expected it to be. All of a sudden, my wife and I feel a chill. We see white stuff coming down from the sky. And at that moment, we knew something was not right. We were getting ourselves into a snowstorm. As we shiver, my wife starts to feel the baby kicking inside of her