Reborn~
Plot: The idea came to me from Pinocchio about Geppetto having a wife as we don't ever see him with one in the story or film, I decided to give light to his background on how he and his wife were struggling to conceive a child naturally and why he wanted Pinocchio to be a 'real boy'.
The scene takes place after Pinocchio has been transformed to a real boy and we are given an insight into Geppetto's emotions.
Disclaimer: Pinocchio Belongs to and was written by Carlo Collodi.
The 1940 Animated Version belongs to Walt Disney, I only created this piece, which is purely fan fiction.
It was the most magnificent and most wonderful thing that had ever happened.
The entire house is alive, alive with joy as the once child-like puppet whose life had been taken is alive once again.
Yet somehow 'reborn', immortalised.
Reborn as not only is he alive but no longer a child-made puppet,
but as a child made human, a living human being.
My son.
Yes my son, the child that I wanted, what Rosetta would have wanted.
My wife.
Yes, she would have loved him, like the child we yearned to have together,
but alas never came true.
I remember now, the pain she was in, pained by that fact, but I never wanted Rosetta or myself to give up hope. If we truly believe we can do it our dream then somehow it could come true.
But that hope, like a candle had burned itself out.
A sickness took Rosetta.
As she lay dying I swore to her on her deathbed that I will never give up on that hope we shared together. That someday with God's blessing that our dream will come true, that there will be a child, our child.
Despite of that dark time, and that fact we both had to live with, I never left her side.
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As the years grew on, people in the streets considered me a 'crazy old man'.
Who spends most of his time carving silly marionettes and would often find myself talking to them as though, they were 'real', little did the people knew, that talking to these creations of mine did very little fill the empty space my woman I loved had been in my heart, and that I seemed to endlessly trying to pursue and fulfil a dream.
Since Rosetta's passing I could and would never find another, I would never have broken my promise to her, even in death.
To cover up an old wound I buried myself into my work as a carpenter, hardly talking to anybody I knew as much as I used to, apart from my two companions Figaro and Cleo I had for company.
Determination drove me on, to fulfil a promise, a dream that the childless existence between me and Rosetta would only be a memory.
One day I had a vision of that dream, an epiphany in which I thought might help.
To immortalise in the form of a puppet, the child of our dreams.
Now, another new life has been created.
Pinocchio is no longer made of pinewood, for his heart with every beat it takes,
his lungs with every breath he takes, a sign of human life.
A sign of which, our son, mine and Rosetta's is now made flesh and blood.
Reborn as a living human being, if Rosetta is watching from heaven, I want her
to know this, after all these years, our wish made upon a shining star,
has come true.
~THE END~
