That child

Childhood Memories

— I were always that child... The one with the fault on everything, taking responsibility for every single little thing but, why me..?

Jesus sighs with grief remembering his childhood, it wasn't like If he didn't liked it but it was hard for him to be so different

— I remember one time someone called me a 'weirdo', I couldn't sleep that night thinking... Am I that weird? I am different I know but why it hurts so much to be unlike anymore?
I remember myself crying rolling on my bed asking my heavenly Father for console... I remember the pray I said... 'Oh father you so far above taking care of your children, shall I change..? I'm scared, your son wonders with sorrow on it's heart if you are commanding me to change with such tests...' I remember praying so hard, crying with a broken heart...

Jesus with teary eyes looking to the sky suddenly smiles

— I didn't got an answer that night from my Father but a hug... Two little sweet eyes picked through the side of my blanket, my little sister Anna came to me after he heard me whimper and said: Jesus why are You sad?... Do not be, for I love You as You are... Little Anna said begging to cry, the second hand console coming from the young that I always had so close, she couldn't understand the pain on my heart but even then she cried with me saying how amazing I was... That night our father Joseph came into our room to wipe our tears, I'll always remember what he said to me: We are always unsure when we don't understand the things our Lord sends us through, but he made you, his son to his perfect imagine and as He did with everyone else too... You are perfect as you are, you were born perfect and shall not change but to learn and grow my child... Your mother and I will make sure you understand...

Jesus smiled one more time before bursting in tears, his sad love so deep on his core making everyone's heart ache that night... John the Baptist his cousin looked into His eyes to hug him so tightly

— I miss Joseph too, Jesus... I'm sad for he'll not be able to see You on your greatest splendor as our king and savior...

— Oh John... Sometimes I really need to see him and hug him, mother and my siblings are so sad since he died, but little Anna and I can't even look into the carpentry room... But I know my Father in heaven and my earthly father are up there together looking after me growing everyday... And for when it's time, I shall make them proud...