He took it and drank it, a little more slowly, grinning. "It's great," he said, sniffing the cherries before popping them into his mouth as well.
He nodded to her description of having a mother. "That's what Wendy said about parents." But if it was true there wouldn't be any Lost Boys. They would have never been alone long enough to become lost. "I think, back home, moms were the ones who the younger boys missed a lot."
Not him. He never thought about his parents, never thought about the past. Here and in Neverland he was focused on the future. "Did you have a dad?"