Tiger Lilies & Darling Daisies | Wendy Darling and Tiger Lily

Prologue

The last time I remembered loving Peter Pan was when

I took his hand and we flew. We flew out of my

bedroom window; above the city of

London; past that beautiful towering clock;

and away to his home. He was fulfilling me and my

brothers' wish to never grow up. In my

thirteen-year-old mind, I thought this meant I

loved him and that he loved me. But, I never

truly felt this emotion, love, that is, until I met

her.

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