The Light

The baby didn’t look like Joseph, but he didn’t expect it to. The baby didn’t exactly look like Mary either. It was hard to make out his face at all, because he wouldn’t stop glowing.

When Mary’s forehead had started glowing earlier, Joseph thought it was just the starlight shining off the sweat of her labor. The baby himself was blinding.

Too much? came a voice, much like the one that convinced Joseph not to leave. At that, the glare from the baby faded, revealing a scrunched brown face that looked very much like Mary’s.

Joseph smiled at his stepson.