Just
“A story… huh?” Just mused, weighing the negatives and positives. Save his energy and prevent this… thing, from interfering, or fight.
And so he made his decision. “Alright then, suppose that’s fine.” And so, standing up, Just began to pace, and then he began.
“There… was a family. A man and woman, and they were expecting a child. They had nothing, only their small hovel; the father worked every day out in the fields, and the mother sewed clothes, day after day, week after week, month after month. But they were happy, happier than most, even with their hard lives.”
“And then, one day, the woman went into labor, it was a hard day. The man had to remain in the fields, working in the dark, and so he learned from his friends, who came to tell him. The villagers all helped her, the woman giving her support, while the men took over the man’s work. The man ran home, to be with his wife. And then, as he ran, the night sky lit up. The stars shined, and the moon beamed with brilliant white light. But yet the man did not stop, even as every other stopped what they were doing to look up.”
Just looked up at the rafters, “And when he got there, when he finally reached his home, he didn’t hear crying or screaming. He ran into the house, and there he saw it, a small bundle in his wife’s arms, giggling as it reached for her dangling hair. And so the man cried tears of joy, as he walked over to be with his wife, and his new son.”
