"Why can't you fly now, mother?" "Because I am grown up, dearest. When people grow up they forget the way." "Why do they forget the way?" "Because th… - J.M. Barrie

He looked at her uncomfortably; blinking, you know, like one not sure whether he was awake or asleep.

She liked his tears so much that she put out her beautiful finger and let them run over it.

Her voice was so low that at first he could not make out what she said. Then he made it out. She was saying that she thought she could get well again if children believed in fairies.

He was a little boy, and she was grown up. She huddled by the fire not daring to move, helpless and guilty, a big woman.