Later, the Five carried Po on their shoulders. Mr. Ping waddled up, weeping. “My boy! My little dumpling!”
That night, Po sat on the roof of the Jade Palace. The stars were out. He no longer felt a hole inside him. He felt a garden. And in that garden, a peach seed was finally beginning to grow.
“My son.”
Po charged.
He stood up.
“Master Shifu,” Po said, finding the old red panda meditating on a peach tree branch. “I keep seeing… a face. A lady panda. And a lot of… red.”
Po smiled, tears on his fur. “And I know you chose me. That makes you just as real.”