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"Mother, tell me a story,"
"About what, dear?"
"About Peter, Mother. Peter Pan,"
And so she did. She told me about Peter, and Tink, and The Lost Boys. She told me About pirates and fairies and mermaids, about the second star to the right, and about Neverland.
"Mother, did you ever fly to Neverland before?" I asked her one day.
"That's another story, my love. Now it's time for you to go to bed," she smiled and covered me up in blankets. She kissed me twice on both cheek and says goodnight, then leave. That night, I dreamed about Peter and Neverland...
And so, every time my mother told me the story of Peter Pan, I would ask her again and again, "Did you ever fly to Neverland before?"
And she smiled and answered, "My love, it's time for bed now,"
That goes on and on, until I was tired, and decided to just wait for Peter. I would sit near my window and stare at the stars until I fast asleep. But he never came.
"Dear, please go to sleep in your bed," said mother. "You wont ever go to Neverland," she smiled.
And I never fly to Neverland.
Then, when I grows up and have children, they asked the same question. And if they do, I would answer the same sentence, before running to the telephone and call my mother.
"Mother, did I ever go to Neverland before?"