28 de mayo de 2011

You’ll always have her there, always...

Peter: I’m sorry I was so horrible.
James: Don’t worry.
Peter: It’s just... I thought she’d always be here.
James: So did I. And in fact, she is. 
 Because she’s on every page of your imagination. 
You’ll always have her there, always.
Peter: But why did she have to die?
James: I don’t know, boy. When I think of your mother, I’ll always remember how happy she looked sitting there in the parlor, watching a play about her family. About her boys that never grew up. She went to Neverland. And you can visit her any time you like, if you just go there yourself.
Peter: How?
James: By believing, Peter. Just believe.

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