Mr. and Mrs. Kent were sitting in their small two bedroom home in Smallville, Kansas, just an ordinary middle aged couple if there were any. Mr. Kent had put on the sports channel to watch the local football game, and Mrs. Kent had gone out to take down the laundry she had put out on the line earlier. It was a typical night, they had just gotten a newborn pup, who they named angel, a couple of months before, and she accompanied Mrs. Kent outside, chasing the fireflies at dusk being one of her favorite pass-times. Mr. Kent's family had been farming since they first came to Kansas, and it has been a family owned farming buisiness for generations. So, they had cornfields and other various crop patches surrounding their house. They were almost to harvesting season, and Mr. Kent had to fix the tractor before then. It just needed two new pistons, and it was good to go, but recently there had been a drought, and as she folded laundry, that was what consumed Mrs. Kent's mind.

What if the crop was affected by the drought, it never had been before, but who says it can't happen? They weren't behind on any bills, but the townsfolk did depend on the harvest, and there was the farmer's market to think of, some people didn't buy crops from anyone but them. What would they do this year if the Kent's crops were affected by the drought?

But, before could answer that question, a very bright light came hurtling out of the sky heading straight for the barn. She yelled for her husband.

"Jonathan!" Martha Kent yelled, hadn't he heard the crash landing? "Jonathan! Get out here! Sonething just crashed beside our barn!"

"Martha!" Jonathan Kent ran out, weilding a crowbar, and a look of concern for his wife's safety. "Martha, are you alright? Where did it land? Do you know what it is?"

"Yes, I'm alright, nearly had a heart attack, but I'm alright. It landed over by the barn, and Jonathan?" Martha said, grabbing her husband's arm to stop him from running off just yet. "I think...I think it may be...a...a...space ship."

"A what?" He said in disbelief.

"A space ship, Jonathan. An alien space ship. Be careful, we don't know what could be in there." Martha warned.

"I will, you stay here, while I go and check it out." Jonathan then walked slowly over to where Martha had indicated and came back with a naked, crying, newborn, male, baby.

"What? But, it looks human, Jonathan?" Martha said, confusing filling her voice, and then looked in awe at the handsome baby boy her husband now cradled. She HAD always wanted a boy of her own, but the doctors all told her she wasn't able. So, she had long since given up the idea of being a mother, adoption now a days was pricy and took many years to go through, and it wasn't ideal because they weren't in debt, but they also weren't rich, and didn't know if they could handle adopting a child financially.

But, now, looking at this beautiful baby boy that had calmed down enough to look around at his surroundings, and then in wonder at Martha, and then, he smiled and cooed, a sound that set Martha's decision.

"What should we name him?" She asked Jonathan, who was as she was, looking at the baby in wonder, and awe.

"What?" He said in shock.

"I think we should name him Clark, after your father." She decided, taking the baby boy in her arms. "He does look like him, a little, don't you think, Jonathan?" She finished with an adoring tone that can only come from an adoring parent, an adoring mother.

"He does, doesn't he?" Jonathan Kent looked at newborn Clark Kent as adoringly as Martha did."Say, Martha? I found this in the grass by the pod, wonder what it is?"

In her moment of stolen motherhood, Martha had completely forgotten the alien pod now silent in their own back yard by their barn.

"Goodness! Jonathan, I almost forgot, you have to move that pod into the barn in case authorities come!" Martha exclaimed, causing both males to gasp in shock, the child's breath was harsh, as if he was having a difficult time breathing. Immediately this worried Martha, but she knew the cause.

Earth's atmosphere must be so different from the atmosphere of his own planet, but he would adapt wouldn't he? He was having a difficult time, but he was still breathing. Whoever his parents were, they would not have sent him here, surely if they knew that it would kill him, they must have known that he would adapt. With the security of her conclusion, Martha walked into the house, carrying little Clark, the little bundle from another world. She warmed some milk in the microwave and used one of the same bottles she fed angel with when she was just a little pup. As the milk warmed, she looked at her new soon, and found it heart wrenching to listen to his little struggling breaths, worrying about him the whole time, but also being thankful for this little blessing from the heavens.

Whoever Clark was meant to be, she knew in that moment, that whoever it was, was going to change the world, and she knew in the pit of her stomach that his parents knew that too. He was going to have a difficult time growing up, but it would all be worth it, in the end, Clark Kent was going to do great things. And would bring a gift to the rest of the world that he had bestowed upon the Kent's that evening, hope.