Monologue Of Mama

It’s 1931, my throat is dry, I’m breathing in dust, and my eyes are burning as the Sun brighter than a thousand candles shines on us. Mama, Papa, and I stand in front of our field where we have been tryin’ to grow crops for months. Not a single sprout. Papa grabs the dirt, lifts it up, and massages it in his hands. It shows us what we thought was happening: The ground is unable to grow crops.
He tells Mama the news, and she starts to cry. We haven’t eaten in days, and our drinking well is running dry. We killed off the last of our goats to feed us. Mama has suggested leaving what’s left of our farm to move to California, but Papa said “It’ll grow just give it some time”. He believed it would, until now. The same thing has been happenin’ in

I rode Boogo and he carried the wagon while Mama and Papa walk alongside me. And we trudged along to the house that will be our home for a long while.
Epilogue
It’s 1941, from what I read in the newspapers the dust storms back in our old home are over. There is now rain fallin’, and hearin’ this made my eyes water. I didn't think a day like this would ever come, but it has and I'm ready to fulfill the promise I made long ago.
I told Mama and Papa, and their faces were filled with awe. I knew they wouldn’t be able to come so I understood what they thought of my decision. However, like the faithful parents they are, granted me their blessings and best wishes that I accomplish my goal. I gave Mama a squeeze and Papa a pat on the shoulder, I would never see them again, but their memory will forever stay in my heart. Mama packed me a week's worth of food and water as well as some money.
I got up on Boogo, the horse that still had it in him, and rode off into the unknown.
The one thing that kept me from gettin’ lost was to head east. I bought a map and marked where I was at every stop. Once in while, I would ask for directions, and I would be on my way