روايات وقصص ضمن Peter Pan Your Mother And Mine

" I already knew what happened to my mother years ago. Long before I was even born. Samantha and Michael didn't know. I thought that Michael would have a clue. I just couldn't tell them myself. It wasn't my story to tell. So I didn't tell anyone. "You don't have to tell us, Mom," Samantha said softly, sitting up slowly. "It's okay," Mom smiled at her. "You're old enough to know the truth now, and if you ever come across the same situation or a similar one, then you will know not to make the same mistake I did," she said, squeezing my hand. Clearing her throat, she sat up straight, leaning against the headboard. "Firstly, I want you three to know that I am so proud of you," she started. "You'

Mommy’s daddy must love her so much, not like my daddy. Before we left, Grandpa told me to be good and listen to Mommy. I nodded obediently. “Mm-hmm. Mommy only has two more months with me, so I’ll be good.” Grandpa’s eyes got wet, just like Mommy’s. In the car, Mommy stroked my hair and leaned close to my ear, whispering: “After I’m gone, you’ll live with Grandpa, okay? I’ve put everything in your name, so don’t worry about anything.”

"Tanya? She's off somewhere with that little cutie. I wonder where they drive off to at times. But I I can tell it's amusement parks or candy shops. They are the same." Sue laughs. "Who's the little cutie?" Wade asks clueless. "Dad, you're a grandfather. I'm guessing Mum didn't tell you." Ford laughs, taking a step backwards "Ouch! And you didn't either?" Wade throws him a punch but he misses. Ford laughs. "You've gone soft Dad. You never used to miss a punch."

Inner Andy. That's why Andy is so grateful for Peter's initiative that has saved his fate. “All safely under control, I'm old enough to take care of myself.” “But no matter how well you do it all alone, deep down Mama still wants to take you back home with us.” Mother began to feel sad again.

VOID «Eleven Years Old» Mama wasn't happy with me. The last time she smiled for me was at the mountains. She'd wanted me to choose someone strong. I said weak. I said it twice so she'd hear it. But I knew that wasn't the only reason she was pissed at me. It was because of what I did. I knew it would hurt her. I thought I'd be ready for it. Today she brought a man home. I watched her laugh as he led her upstairs. Her room swallowed them for hours.

I could finally breathe again when her eyes left my face to read the title. “Peter Pan.” She said softly, her voice a whisper that drifted between us. “Mother read it to me when I was young. It helped me sleep, maybe it can help you too.” I said, fumbling with my nerves. Her long, delicate lashes fluttered as she looked from me to the book. The strangest feeling fluttered in my chest when a pale pink blush warmed her cheeks. I had no name for it back then, but the moment it encased me, I never wanted it to fade.

"I miss you so much... I wish I could find you in the real world too." Pain runs through my heart and I feel like crying. With how fake the real world felt, I want someone who I know will always be real. Peter and Mom don't help me feel grounded or supported at all. Mom is living in a fantasy world while Peter barely looks interested in anything. Without my best friend... I'm just lost.

Peter said, pushing the empty bowl away from him. “Yes, ask me anything,” Susan said. “Do you listen to everything Mom says to you?” Susan’s lips curled upward in a smile, as she haughtily said, “No. Since I am an adult I sometimes do not listen to your mom. But you have to.” “Definitely!” Peter agreed, shaking his head. “How about we take a walk to our neighbourhood because I cannot go alone as I am listening to what my mother said. But you are an adult. You are free to take me with you.”

"I would come and visit you." "Peter Pan only visits this world with Tinker Bell and never with the lost boys, my dear." The little girl pouted. "But mom!" She tucks her daughter in bed and then kissed the little girl's forehead. "You would forget your mother, just like the way John and Michael did if not have Wendy!" "I'll tell Peter to remind me to visit you!" The little tries to reason again. "Oh, sweetheart, even Peter Pan miss a spring cleaning and then more to visit Wendy. She had married, when they met again. You must grow up to understand," said the little girl's mother.

"Otherwise, don't call me your mother anymore." The knocking continued. This time it was faster, more urgent. Annoyed, Mother stood up and yanked the door open. The moment she saw who was outside, her entire body froze. Two police officers in uniform stood at the door, their expressions grave. "Are you Briana's mother?" Mother paused briefly, irritation flashing across her eyes. "I am. What is she causing trouble over now? Is she still lying on the ground refusing to get up? Did someone call the police?"