Clark

The sun rose that day in Smallville, Kansas like any other day. My parents, Martha and Jonathan Kent had no idea just how much their life was about to change. My folks were the humble kind that tried to not cause a ruckus but stood up for what they believed in. They knew what to fight for and when to agree to disagree, together that is. Pops, however, would get himself into all sorts of trouble because of how stubborn he was. Ma could, however, always cool Pops down and get him to think it through, or she would support him all the way if he wasn’t just being stubborn.

Ma had always wanted a child of her own and they tried for a long time with little success. They didn’t have the money to pay for any kind of doctor’s visits in the big city and so they kept it a secret. Small towns have a habit of spreading misinformation and so my parents didn’t tell anyone of their problems having kids. They just kept living their lives until I crashed right into their lives.

Jonathan

It was a nice sunny winter day, but the weatherman had forecasted a storm would roll in that might make travel next to impossible out in the farmlands. I suggested to Martha that we head into Smallville and grab more supplies just in case we got snowed in. She was against it thinking this storm would only last a few days, but I had a feeling in my gut that told me otherwise. So, we loaded up in my pickup and set out for Smallville.

Fred Cramer, the owner of the Cramer General Store, told us that we were the last ones today before he bunkered down and closed up shop. They weren’t expecting the storm to hit the town as hard, but they were getting prepared, nevertheless. We told him we would hurry up our supply run and be out of his hair.

As we finished up our supply run, we walked out the door with Fred. As we were both getting into our trucks, he rolled down his window and said, “Congratulations on the baby, Martha. I didn’t even know that y’all were expecting.”

Martha, red-faced, turned away from the window, and I got out of the car to give Fred a piece of my mind. I made it to where he had parked his car, but he was already gone. I turned around and saw him wave back at me as he headed down the street. He had no idea how hard it had been for us, no one knew. Martha was in tears as we headed back to the farm. The first snowflakes started to fall, as we saw it. It was like a shooting star but much brighter and falling right in front of us.

I pulled over to the side of the road as the object crashed 500 feet ahead of us in one of the corn rows near the farm. Martha had gone out with me to check and saw it first. It was a little rocket with what looked like an S emblazoned across the front. “Now, be careful Martha. We don’t know what that might be or if its even safe.” I told her as she got closer to the rocket. Even after my warnings she still touched it. I took a step back as the rocket opened and I heard a cry.

Martha

It was a baby. A baby was in the rocket, and it was crying, “It’s a baby, Jonathan.”

“Now look here, Martha. We don’t where he’s from or why he’s in this rocket,” he said to me.

“Well, we can’t leave him here, he’ll freeze. Let’s bring him home and once the storm blows over, we can take him to the orphanage.” Jonathan nodded his head and for the first time I hoped we would be snowed in. I needed the time I would get with this baby; it had been so hard on me to keep trying for a baby and never see the anything from it. I hoped that while we were stormed in Jonathan would come to love the baby. I even named the baby, Clark, after my maiden name.

“I don’t think we should leave this rocket here either, we can take it back and put it in the barn.” He said picking up the rocket, it looked heavy, but Jonathan said that it was surprisingly light for its size. Baby Clark was wrapped in a red and blue cloth, but it didn’t look too warm, so I wrapped him up into a new blanket that we had got at the general store and headed home. When we got home, we could barely make it up the driveway. Jonathan, however, insisted we would be going back out tomorrow to take baby Clark into the orphanage. In a record-breaking storm, we were stuck at the farm for five months.