Wendy stared out the window at the small figure that was flying quickly away from her. "You won't forget me Peter? Oh please, don't forget!"
She heard faint, boyish laughter in the distance, and saw what appeared to be a shooting star.
Smiling, Wendy leaned back in her chair and watched her new brothers step forward, one-by-one, to give hugs to her mother. Mrs. Darling was laughing with delight and Nana was licking poor Curly's face. The twins were chattering simultaneously to a very confused Mr. Darling, who was having trouble finding out which twin was which.
Yet, observing her happy family, Wendy couldn't help but realize that they were missing a vital piece to their newly-formed puzzle.
It related to her, as well. Though she wouldn't admit it if someone were to inquire, Wendy was quite smitten with Peter Pan. Yet, she wasn't sure why. Perhaps it was his charming laughter, or his cocky grin, or his ability to do just about anything he pleased. But the most likely of reasons was his youth. Peter would always be a boy. With a pang of sadness, Wendy realized that, even if Peter were to come for her every year for spring cleaning, she would not always be able to go. Frightfully soon, she was to be a woman. She couldn't go back to Neverland once she had grown up.
Unaware of the tear falling slowly down her face, Wendy closed her eyes and, despite the noise in the room, soon fell asleep.