A little while after, I was with Mom, Grandpa, Grandma and Marco, walking down the street to the station after Mom got a call from August, who was alive.
"If August is still at the station, he's not picking up," Grandpa said. Suddenly, we saw a wooden August walking out of the station and we ran over to him, "August!" Mom called.
August dropped to the ground. "August!" Mom said as we got to him. "My child. My boy. My boy. What happened to you?" Marco asked.
"I'm so sorry, papa," August said. "No. There is nothing to apologize for. Everything is gonna be all right," Marco said. "Emma," August said once he looked at her.
"August," Mom whispered. He went to go whispered something to her but then he died before he could. "Oh, no. Not again," Marco cried. I looked up to see Dad coming over, "August?"
"No. It can't end this way. He was supposed to get a second chance," Grandma said. "What happened?" Dad asked. "Someone killed him to stop him from telling us something," Mom said. "He used his last dying breath to warn us. I will not let that be in vain."
I frowned, "Brave . . . Truthful . . . And unselfish. Brave, truthful, and unselfish." They looked at me. "Don't you see what this means? That's what Pinocchio was supposed to be. There's still hope. We just need The Blue Fairy."
"I'm here, Rose," The Blue Fairy said as she got to us. "What does Rose mean?" Grandma asked. "I was able to turn Pinocchio into a real boy after he sacrificed his life for Marco's," The Blue Fairy explained and came to stand beside Mom. "If his actions today were indeed brave, truthful, and unselfish, then you're right. There's a chance I can do it again."
"Please, I beg of you. Try," Marco begged. The Blue Fairy hold up her wand, glittered and then she turned August into a little boy.
"Father?" Pinocchio asked. "Pinocchio," Marco said. I smiled as he showed Pinocchio's own hands, "Look. Look."
"I'm a real boy. I'm a real boy!" Pinocchio said with a smile. Marco pulled Pinocchio to stand and then hugged him. Mom wrapped her arms around me and pulled me to a tightly hug as we watched Marco and Pinocchio.
Then, she took a step to the boy, "Pinocchio? I have to ask you a question. I need you to think real hard, okay? Before you turned into a little boy, you were trying to tell us something very important. Do you remember? You were trying to warn us about something," She said.
"I . . . I don't remember. If I did, I would be truthful. I promise," Pinocchio said. Mom gave a small nod and a smile before he and Marco started to walk away with The Blue Fairy. Mom and I walked over to Grandpa and Grandma, and we hugged before we all walked back home.
When we got home, Mom walked to the stairs but stopped and turned around, "Rose," She said and I looked at her. She sat on the stairs and hold her hand out to me. "We gotta talk." I walked over to her and took her hand, "I'm sorry. I'm sorry I lied to you about your Dad. I promise I will never lie to you again. Just don't push me away."
I stared at her for a moment before giving a small nod, "I won't." She gave me a soft smile before pulling me to a hug. I hugged her back and after a moment we pulled away.
We smiled at each other before she wrapped her arm around me and we went upstairs.