There was my boy sitting at the bottom of the steps as I descended down towards him. I saw him reading Peter Pan.

"There you are, Edward. You had me worried," I said as I sat down next to him.

He looked up to me apologetically. "I'm sorry, Mother. I was too enthralled with this book."

"Where did you get that book?"

"The Postman just delivered it. It's from Auntie Catherine," he explained. "She sent it as a belated Christmas gift."

"Is it any good so far?"

"It's wonderful," he said with a smile on his angelic little face. "It's about a boy named Peter, who never grows old," continuing enthusiastically. "I wish I never grow old. I want to be able to go on all sorts of adventures; just like Peter."

I kissed his forehead and ruffled his unkempt hair. "If you wish for it hard enough, it will come true."