These Stories Of Ours

Pixie dust

She is my little girl named Wendy. Yes, I named her after the brave young one from Peter Pan. I got the idea when I felt her kick in the womb one cold night as I was looking outside the window. I watched the twinkling stars. "They're calling you," I thought and smiled. I dreamed that she'll one day fly in the night sky, chase her dreams, and believe in herself.

I read the story for her when she was four. She began having these wild imagination of being able to fly. She even asked me where she could buy pixie dust. I simply laughed and said, "Maybe if you're good enough, Tinkerbell will give you some. She smiled and ran to the window. She points at a star, saying that the brightest star is probably Tinkerbell.

One morning, I heard a knock on my door. I wasn't expecting anyone in the Monday morning. I quickly put down the broom and open the door. I was surprised to see my little Wendy standing on our front porch instead of being in her class. "What are you doing here?" I asked in shock. She told me how she escaped the evil Captain Hook, a nickname that she gave to her principal. "Oh Wendy, why must you always get yourself in trouble?"

We were invited to attend one of your classmate's birthday so we went to the toy store to buy a gift. Wendy walked with a little skip to her beat, and her blue skirt swayed with every leap. Wendy started pointing at different toys that you wanted for yourself rather than for your friend. I walked between aisles looking for a gift. "Perhaps a bear? No, a board game?" I mutter to myself. I felt a slight tug on my shirt. I look down and saw my little girl.

"Mommy, can I look for Tinkerbell?" Wendy asked.

"Sure, but don't go too far," I replied.

Perhaps she didn't need to be good. Perhaps she just needed someone ignorant as me. Minutes turned to hours and hours turned to days. My Wendy found a false Tinkerbell and Neverland is still a lost island.

I open my window every night and pray for Peter Pan to bring my Wendy home.