The truth about Jesus

You're adopted

It was a summer morning. You could hear birdos chirping outside Jesus Christ's small wooden window. He sat up in his small straw bed and yawned.

"Good Morning, mom",

he said as he walked to the kitchen. The hard granite stones were cold under his feets and he could feel a small breeze from the open window in his thick brown hair. As usual Mary had made him a dry ass toast and tea for breakfast.

"There you go son",

she said as she gave him a hard piece of bread with sausage on it.

But the spoiled brat got mad when she didn't get him his favourites, meatballs.

"What is this trashy piece of shit??",

he yelled at his mom and threw the sandwich on the wall. He yelled some non-existent words and ran to his room. Poor Mary took up the rest of his food and ate it. What? Was she supposed to just throw it away?? Gosh! Think about the climate.

Marys POV:

-- This son of a bitch!! Wait...? I'm his mom! I mean it's technically not wrong... But I prefer staying with one person after what happened the last time. Mary felt bad just talking about it. She didn't want to think about it ever again. Anyways back to the story! Why is Jesus always like this, can't he be happy with something I do? I do everything for him! Wash his clothes, clean his room, I even read him goodnight stories so he can fall asleep! When he was young I used to cook him different food when he didn't like the one I served but I don't really care anymore. Honestly my life would be easier if he starved. God Mary stop it! You're a mother! I will just yell at him when Joseph is home like always. --

The sun was rising and morning turned into afternoon. Mary's lazy son was still in his bed crying over a stupid sandwich. Joseph went up early to work today so he would soon be home again. Thank god Mary thought. She could finally get a break from Jesus. Joseph was the only one who could get him to stop acting like a baby. Jesus and him were very close. They did everything together, like a true father and son. They even looked alike. But to be fair, didn't everyone look the same back then?

*Knock knock*

The door was literally open already but honestly Joseph isn't that smart.

"Come in",

Mary said. The long brown haired man stepped into the house with a complacent look on his face. His deep brown eyes met Mary's and he did a small hair flipp as he entered through the open door. For some reason Joseph always seems to believe that he's in a movie or something and of course HE is the main character.

"Hey honey",

Mary said to her handsome husband. Joseph gave her a small wink as he said,

"Are you lost, baby girl?",

in a very smexy voice.

Jesus POV:

-- As soon as I heard that my daddy was home I ran out from my bedroom, dried my tears and jumped into his arms. I always do that, even though I'm 20, but who cares?

We had a son and father moment but then... Everything changed when mom started talking,

"Hey kiddo, you have to stop being so picky! You are not 3 anymore!"

Why would she destroy our moment? It was long ago, like three hours, let it go! Oh well if she wants a fight, I'll give her one.

"Or maybe you can stop cooking such disgusting food!",

my voice was higher than I thought and Mary looked shocked. Joseph was just standing in the background wishing he had brought popcorn.

"Don't ever say that again you SPOILED BRAT!."

The AUDACITY of calling me spoiled! I could feel the anger growing inside me, longing to boil over.

"Your food is DIsGuSTAAAAnG!"

Now Mary was angry for real. Her cheeks turned red. and her eyebrows pointed down to her nose.

"Gaah you stupid- You know what? I'm DONE with you always behaving like a little kid! You wanna know something?"

You could cut through the tension by now. We stared at each other like we were in a flippin' cowboy duel or something. What was she going to say and would she really dare to say it? "What?"

I said slowly in an overly dramatic voice.

"You're ADOPTED!"

What! I couldn't believe what she said. I froze as I stood there, right in front of mom. Still looking into her deep brown eyes. A thousand thoughts rushed through my mind at the same time (which is rare cause normally I can barely have one). Panic, sadness, anger, regret, happiness..? No! Not happiness. We stood there for probably five minutes before i could form some proper words,

"Wh.. What do you mean?"

"Joseph is not your father, son, God is."