Who are you?

"UP"

It was a warm and sunny afternoon in Bloomsbury London when this all started. 11-year-old Wendy to be welcomed by the beautiful weather. The sun was shining especially bright, the flowers were in bloom, and the birds were singing. Wendy couldn't remember the last time she had seen a day like this. It hasn't rained for a while so no mud was on the strides of her wonderful home so she decided to go for a walk after breakfast. 

Wendy despite her young age worked at an orphanage for children as she told stories about absolutely everything. Adventure, horror, love, humor you name it. The orphans loved it when Wendy visited and they enjoyed her stories, they gave them hope and faith two things that children needed the most in life. This filled the young girl's heart and booted her enthusiasm for earthing she was doing in life. Wendy was a very clever girl, with long light brown hair which framed her face and made it look even friendlier if that is possible. She was pure innocence.

When Wendy had got up for the day she felt something weird about today, that something was gonna happen and it wasn't good nor bad either. It was strange. Even so, she ignored the sensation and quickly got ready for breakfast. Downstairs she heard clattering sounds and slight humming certainly the loud notices were coming from her 2 younger brothers John and Michael Darling both boys running around the kitchen for something she didn't know. The beautiful humming was her lovely mother Mrs Mary Darling. Mrs Darling is a very kind, beautiful and understanding mother and wife of Wendy's father, Mr George Darling a protective, loving, caring, and rational man, he may seem tough in the beginning but, when it comes to family all that disappears and shows the real Mr darling a lovable and hardworking father and husband.

Wendy whole heartily loved her parents and would never ask for another, though they weren't perfect, she always loved that. No one's perfect and she knows her parents know that. She loves how excellently soulmates they are for each other as well. Their love was outstanding and someday she wished to have one love just like her parents, hard to find but her mom always told her she would someday find it too. 

However, she hasn't seen her father in his usual spot in the living room paying any necessary bills or reading the newspaper. She decided to wait for her father maybe he woke up late, she thought which was unlikely of him but everyone has their bad days, right? A long amount of time had passed after Wendy decided to wait for her father to come down the stairs looking as business ready as always while he fixed his tie while coming down the staircase. Mother would always scold him not to so he wouldn't someday fall down and hurt himself and give herself and the children a heart attack.

Wendy looked slightly worried and ran back upstairs to her mother and fathers room, knocking lightly on the door before Turing the knob and steeping in. There she saw her father sleeping on the velvet bed snoring softly. She deeply sighed as her wordiness disappeared just to come back just as quickly when she saw her father's pale face. Wendy quickly ran to her father and checked his forehead to quickly pull it away from the intense burning feeling she felt. That's when she noticed he was sweating and his face was red. Wendy swiftly ran back downstairs and got a towel and a bowl with cold water ignoring the questioning looks her mother and brothers gave her and ran just as fast upstairs. 

Delicately Wendy put the cold water bowl on the stand next to the bed and put the towel in the cool water. She twisted the towel so the towel wouldn't be too wet and make a mess on the bed. Gently she placed the towel on her father head and patted it down. She could hear her father deeply sigh and the uncomfortable expression he had slowly distinguishing from the cool sensation against his head.

Slowly a gentle smile grew on the daughters face seeing she had helped in a way for her precious father. Patiently she waited for a while and picked up the damp towel and dipped it into the water slowly twisting it once again putting it on top of her father's forehead. While watching her father she heard a quiet voice say speak her name

"Wendy"

She turned around to find the source of the voice and to her confusion, there was nothing of the but air she meet when she did so. She looked to the left and right to still find no one there. Wendy looked puzzled, she was sure she heard someone say her name. Shaking her head she dismissed the thought and turned to look back at her father. 

Unknown to her eyes there was someone there but she looked the wrong way. 

'Everyone always forgets to look up'