The Magical Realm

“Behold - my realm!” cries Peter excitedly and hands us his magical binoculars.
Mike goes first, struggling with the heavy binoculars.
“Wow,” he breathes. “So pretty! Look at the birdies!”
“Phoenixes,” explains Peter. “Their tears can heal wounds.”
I look next. I see choppy waters with large vessels bobbing on the waves, so distant that they seem tiny. “There’s pirates!” I gasp.
“It’s Hook! He eats kittens for dinner,” says Peter ominously.
Hannah is last. “It’s just a pond with some trash on it. And some sparrows,” she says, disappointed.
We didn’t even notice, but our sister must have grown up.