Neverland
"- It's just... I thought she'd always be here.
- So did I. But in fact... she is. Because she's on every page... of your imagination. You'll always have her there. Always.
- But why did she have to die?
- I don't know, boy. When I think of your mother... I will always remember how happy she looked sitting there in the parlour, watching a play about her family. About her boys that never grew up. She went to Neverland. And tou can visit her any time you like... if you just go there by yourself.
- How?
- By believing, Peter. Just believe.
- I can see her."
- So did I. But in fact... she is. Because she's on every page... of your imagination. You'll always have her there. Always.
- But why did she have to die?
- I don't know, boy. When I think of your mother... I will always remember how happy she looked sitting there in the parlour, watching a play about her family. About her boys that never grew up. She went to Neverland. And tou can visit her any time you like... if you just go there by yourself.
- How?
- By believing, Peter. Just believe.
- I can see her."
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