CHRISTIAN
Jesus slumped against a chair as he watched the sun rise from its morning bed. He looked at the horizon and felt a tremor inside his breast. He looked to the sun and saw a great tool which he could ease his chills with.
“I'm so depressed.” he sighed as she ran a hand over his face. “They expect so much of me – and all I know is what I am, and I just want to be led home!” he complained as he ran tremble stung fingers over his face. “Home... home...” he moaned as he shook his head. “Why didn't God give me a proper home?!” he huffed as he looked up to the sky which had two white clouds upon his clear face. “I can't even see you, or your holy city.” he muttered. “However it is supposed to be there, somewhere... waiting for your hand to open its skies and lift me up, your only son.” he announced with a faint glimmer in his right eye. “Oh, but that is just a dream...” he announced as a loose stone rolled past his right foot. “Hello there...” Jesus began however a shadow overcame him, and he turned around to see Joseph in cloaked form. “Oh! Father!” Jesus chimed before he jumped off his stool and fell into Joseph's arms. “You're here! My earthly dream in the flesh, real as the righteous world should be!” he announced as he buried his face deep inside Joseph's travel cloak.
“Your mother would scold me if she heard you announcing me as being your father.” Joseph slowly uttered as he patted Jesus on the back with a hand that was taught yet tender.
“But I hate her so!” Jesus cried as he held onto Joseph a little more. “She expects too much of me, she expects me to be able to float over the world and drop diamond sparkles from my fingers!” Jesus complained as he clung to Joseph so tightly that Joseph had to raise an alert that told Jesus of his wish to let him go.