Your neighbors are nice.
They have a farm and he lets me feed the animals and clean up around the horses for money. She makes meals and demands I be there for every one. I'm skinny, she says.
I couldn't help but notice, when I went back for some of the clothes Tink left me in that old shed, that the door seems smaller. It was weird, Wendy. And then I listened to your neighbors call me 'young man.'
And I did think it had been odd, them giving the job to someone so young.
She - Maria, your neighbor - told me I should go into the bathroom and clean up. I saw myself in the mirror, Wendy.
And I grew.
I grew up.
I cried, Wendy. And I was glad for the shower being so loud because I couldn't stop crying.
But don't worry. I don't regret it.
It's just . . . I don't think I can go back to you.
Things are so different now. Besides, would you even recognize me?
YOU ARE READING
Wendy
Poesia"He left me all alone, now what am I supposed to do?" "She wanted me to grow up, I wasn't sure I could." Did you think there story was finished, once Peter went back to Neverland? I don't think so, after all, how could they forget the love of their...
