They arrived at the home and all took their specified routes in. Peter
dropped Whirly down his chute then followed close behind.
"Good day mother." Whirly said landing on the grassy ground.
"Good day Whirly." She said picking him up jus before Peter flew out of the chute landing flat on his butt. Moria laughed.
"Need to fix that." He said standing up and rubbing his rear. She smiled.
"Okay. To the table boys." She said putting Whirly in a chair. The rest of the boys sat in their designated seats and patiently waited to be served.
Moria disappeared into the next room then returned with a pot. "Father, help me please." She said.
Peter jumped up and helped her carry out two more pots.
"Okay... dig in boys." She said. The boys cheered and filled their plates with food. Peter made a plate for Moria. "Thank you Peter." She said smiling. He returned the smile then sat in his seat at the opposite end of the table.
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There they were. A big happy family. Moria looked over the boys as they ate. This was the family she always wanted. The family in her dreams. And she got to share it with the boys of her dreams, Peter Pan. Her eyes fell onto him.
He ate his dinner, helping Whirly cut his meat as he did. Then he served Stix some vegetables, messing up his hair. She was confused.
She remembered Peter Pan as a boy. He'd play with the boys and act like a child but that was not the Peter Pan before her. He was acting like a true father. Caring for the boys as if they were his own. She smiled. Then she looked over his face.
She'd not noticed how he differed from the Pan in her dreams. His face was sculpted perfectly, his eyes shimmering with youthful joy but glistening with growing worries.
He looked aged. He was not the boy in the stories she'd memorized. He was not the insolent youth in the movies she'd seen countless times.
He looked almost like a man but not quite. He was neither man nor boy. She smiled. He was like her. Stuck. Stuck somewhere in between the grown up world of worries and the childish world of dreams.
"Good day mother." Whirly said landing on the grassy ground.
"Good day Whirly." She said picking him up jus before Peter flew out of the chute landing flat on his butt. Moria laughed.
"Need to fix that." He said standing up and rubbing his rear. She smiled.
"Okay. To the table boys." She said putting Whirly in a chair. The rest of the boys sat in their designated seats and patiently waited to be served.
Moria disappeared into the next room then returned with a pot. "Father, help me please." She said.
Peter jumped up and helped her carry out two more pots.
"Okay... dig in boys." She said. The boys cheered and filled their plates with food. Peter made a plate for Moria. "Thank you Peter." She said smiling. He returned the smile then sat in his seat at the opposite end of the table.
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There they were. A big happy family. Moria looked over the boys as they ate. This was the family she always wanted. The family in her dreams. And she got to share it with the boys of her dreams, Peter Pan. Her eyes fell onto him.
He ate his dinner, helping Whirly cut his meat as he did. Then he served Stix some vegetables, messing up his hair. She was confused.
She remembered Peter Pan as a boy. He'd play with the boys and act like a child but that was not the Peter Pan before her. He was acting like a true father. Caring for the boys as if they were his own. She smiled. Then she looked over his face.
She'd not noticed how he differed from the Pan in her dreams. His face was sculpted perfectly, his eyes shimmering with youthful joy but glistening with growing worries.
He looked aged. He was not the boy in the stories she'd memorized. He was not the insolent youth in the movies she'd seen countless times.
He looked almost like a man but not quite. He was neither man nor boy. She smiled. He was like her. Stuck. Stuck somewhere in between the grown up world of worries and the childish world of dreams.
