It's 1781 and things are getting worse, the other day Dad got turned into a bird. The others hated us for believing in what we were supposed to, the British.
Before I knew it we were leaving our home town with the other British families
We made the journey to Northern America and left our home, Pennsylvania, behind.
But things started to go down hill when dad caught a terrible cold and when Northern America turned out to be an icy wasteland.
Then, when things were finally lightening up and when winter melted away Dad's cold overcame him and I think we were all in shock when he passed.
Nevertheless, we had to continue on and find a place to settle before the next winter arrived