Yeshua never played outside with the other kids being the frail kid he is. He would only stare from the porch of their home and be a silent spectator to his siblings playing with their neighbors different sorts of street games which would make them look dirty and smell like pigs.
The boy never wanted to look dirty and smell like a pig. He was too sickly for such trivial things. Sometimes he would just stay inside their basement and play His Father's old toys which were left decades untouched until he decided that maybe the toys need to serve its purpose.
Since His Parents are too busy with office works and His Brothers and Sisters are out there spending their youthful days playing, Yeshua was often left alone on the basement, playing toys and making a world of his own with miniature mountain ranges, deserts, huge bodies of water and land, and of course animals and human beings in existence to complete his dominion. He made buildings out of legos and simulated events which Yeshua had read from comic books or watched in movies.
In His world, Yeshua feels comfortable. He is living in His own zone as a creator of stories and destinies of His imagined creatures like His Father did when He was still young.
"Yeshua, you might trigger your asthma," His Father warned Him when the older man arrived from work. When the Boy did not answer, the Man Upstairs descended into the basement, finding Yeshua still playing with His toys.
Yeshua stared at his Father standing by the door. "You're not playing with these, aren't you Dad?"
Jehovah smiled wanly. His eyed were tired from work, encoding whole day for their firm. He sat beside Yeshua and patted His hair.
"I'm older now, Son. Besides, I'm too busy with work. I know that You could be their guardian. Can you?"
With wonder on his eyes, Yeshua stared at his toy world intently. He had always admired His Father for assembling this vast collection of toys, an Imagination so powerful it created a life-like clusters of youthful ideas brought to life.
"It's your Universe now, Yeshua," Jehovah softly said as he picked a dragon and placed it on the center of cities. "But before that, let's play together."
Yeshua smiled excitedly. He grabbed the group of angels from the box and clashed it with the gigantic dragon on the top of the cathedral with humans as their audience.
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Tales of the Other
Science FictionThere is a Higher Reality that our minds had not processed yet. Probably, our psyche can only process a limited degree of information, or subconsciously, we are denying the existence of the Other. Deep inside us, we could be nothing but insignifican...