Peter Pan: The Unspoken Truth

Entry #24

September 11, 1920
Mary Darling

NAGISING si Mrs. Darling na wala na ang kanyang asawa sa kanilang higaan. Maaga itong pumapasok sa trabaho kaya sanay na siyang naiiwan sa kamang mag-isa pagkagising niya.

Mrs. Darling went out of bed to wrap her robe around her night dress. Her shoulders were hunched down and sleep was under her eyes as she fixed the bed.

It has been three days since Wendy started getting sick all of a sudden. She was eating well, but her morning sickness was never stopping.

After fixing the bed, Mrs. Darling went to check in Wendy. Dumungaw muna siya sa maliit na litak sa may pinto bago ito binuksan.

Nakahiga lang ito sa kama, at mukhang binabangungot. Alam na ni Mrs. Darling na maya-maya lang kapag nagising na si Wendy ay susuka kaagad ito.

Dahan-dahan na binuksan ni Mrs. Darling, nakikinig sa bawat pagtunog ng lumang bisagra ng pinto.

"Wendy, honey, are you alright?" Mrs. Darling whispered while fully opening the door.

Mrs. Darling saw how Wendy was struggling in the nightmare; her hands were on her breast and her mouth was agape, as if she was moaning without sound.

Linapitan ni Mrs. Darling ang dalaga at hinaplos ang mamasa-masa nitong noo at batok.

"Wendy, you can wake up now." Bumaba ang pag-arko ng kanyang katawan nang sabihin iyon ni Mrs. Darling.

Bumuga ng malalim na hininga si Wendy at napa-ungol habang binubuksan ng kanyang mga mata.

"Mom," she said panting for air as if she was in a one kilometer marathon across the London bridge.

"It's alright,sweety. Mommy's here—" Hindi natapos ni Mrs. Darling ang kanyang sasabihin nang biglang itong maduwal sa kanyang harapan, dahilan para dalhin niya ito sa banyo.

"Just let it out, darling," she calmly said to her daughter.

It pains Mrs. Darling, seeing Wendy like this. Michael and John have not seen her for three days, since Mrs. Darling is afraid of whatever the virus Wendy has, it could transfer to her brothers.

Matapos ilabas ni Wendy lahat ng sama sa kalooban niya ay bumaba na muna si Mrs. Darling para i-pagluto ang agahan nina John at Michael na mamaya lang ay bababa na para kumain.

Good thing the boys are still the same. It was as if separating them from Wendy was a good idea.

"Wait," Mrs. Darling sigh. "Michael wanted pancakes, while John oh gosh, I forgot to ask last night what John wants."

Mrs. Darling was in a huge frenzy—mixing pancakes batters and slicing fruits.

It has been a week or so since Mrs. Darling's anxiety started to rise. Wendy was just so sick, and having no one in the house for the whole duration of the day was torture.

"That's done," she said as she turned around to face the dining table.

Marahan niyang pinunasan ang kamay niyang puno pa ng harina sa kanyang apron at tinawag na ang mga bata pababa ng hagdanan.

"Children? Food is ready." Kinatok ni Mrs. Darling ang maliit na kwarto sa silong ng bahay, kung nasaan muna natutulog sina Michael at John.

Pinagbuksan siya ng kanyang nakababatang anak na si John. Hawak-hawak pa nito ang maliit niyang laruan habang nakahikab sa harapan niya.

Ginulo ni Mrs. Darling ang buhok ng anak at hinalikan sa pisnge. "Rise and shine, love," she said in a very mellow voice. "And where's Michael?"

Tinuro ni Michael ang kanyang likuran bilang senyales na natutulog pa si John sa kama.