Geppetto lay quietly on his bed, snuggle up under the covers. However the night did not pass like every night before hand, where he stayed cold, lonely, and had a bitterly painful ach in his heart. Now lying beside him was his son.
"My son," he breathed to himself as he stroked the boy's hair affectionately. Those words took some time to get use too, for he had never used them.
Oh how Geppetto longed for a child and now he had one! That dream he had for so long, longer than he could ever recall, had all come true in just one night. He had just finished his puppet , he wished upon the wishing star and POOF he had a son to call his own.
But it never started out that way. In fact Geppetto life before had been filled , not of warmth, but of sadness and horrific pain. Recall the memory of his sweet Rose made Geppetto grovel in despair for his lost love.
She was fine and healthy , all up to the day of her accident. That is where the grief settled upon Geppetto life.
Rose had been the girl of his dreams. She was lovely with her long flowing black curls and curious green eyes . With her charming ways and gentle warms smile, she had made her way into Geppetto heart. He cherished her, and kept her dear. They where the sweetest couple that anyone could ever see. Always together, never apart. They held hands and joked to each other, willingly showing their affection to each other. Taking longs at the beach, painting together, anything became romantic and joyous for the two. Never in their lives had they been as happy when they were married.
However, there was a slight problem. Geppetto and Rose desperately wanted children, and they had defiantly agreed that there would be many even on the altar. The trouble was, Rose was never able to conceive. They tried hard , but every attempt failed. She just wasn`t fertile.
Rose would cry for a long while about it. She promised Geppetto that she would eventually have his child. But at last , in great joy, Rose became with child. The bliss at the moment she told her husband was by far, the most intense. Along with that her best friend Sarah , was also barring a child at the same time. They both where due sometime in July , and Rose seemed overjoyed with the thought that their children would probably become the best of friends just like they were.
Rose pregnancy was quite normal , and there was nothing of concern as the mid-wife had told them. Spring came and went, and left the staggering heat of the Italian summer in its trace. Being heavily pregnant during such time , was not easy for Rose, but she had managed to survive the last few months. As the baby`s birth drew near , the days became filled with anticipation on both parents. Sarah had her baby a week before Sarah`s date, in the middle of the month. She passed them her little boy , who was still tired and weak from birth . With the boy's fire red hair , deep brown eyes, and face covered in freckles , the couple said in unison: "He looks just like his father!"Sarah laughed and agreed "That`s what I said!"
The day after , however, there was nothing to laugh about.
Rose was out , while Geppetto carved and managed the shop. It wasn`t until late that afternoon when an officer came running up the home. " Signor Geppetto! There has been a terrible calamity!" Geppetto calmly asked " Where? " The man promptly answered " By the river, and …. Rose she`s hurt and in labor…"
Geppetto didn`t need another word , for he ran down to the bank of the river, to see that the love of his life was badly bruised and in intense pain."Rose" he heaved, tears coming into his eyes as he extended a hand to her. "Geppetto," she cried back , before gasping horrible in agony. "You`re gonnna pull through ," he reassured her as the clinic doctors aided her onto a stretched and carried her away. "We`re gonna have our baby and be happy just like old times…"
But thing never returned to the old time. As Geppetto waited for his wife to bring his child into the world , the time felt horridly slow. The clinic clock mocked him with the slow hands. Finally , a nurse appeared, but her expression was not a joyous one. It was mournful and tears welled in her eyes. "Geppetto…." She called quietly. Geppetto rose and looked at her and asked with the height of concern" What?" "Geppetto the baby didn`t make it. And… neither did Rose. We did everything we could, but it was just not enough."
The nurse allowed Geppetto to come into the room , with his dead wife lying in bed and her still born baby cuddle next to her blossom. The whole scene made Geppetto hear t ach unbearably and he began to weep , while everybody left him deserted to let his feeling of rage and anger is released. He looked at his child , who looked like Rose with hair as black as raven. He picked up his son and cradles him in his arms , longing that someday he would have a son.
Sarah was invited to the funeral , along with her son who slept the entire service. After that , Geppetto never saw her or her baby ever again. Years passed and Geppetto became grey with loneliness. He kept to his work and his toy shop became a success. Partly because of his nature towards children , but every time he looked in their eyes, he would remember his son and Rose. It was painful , but it was always a pleasure to see the child`s smiling face.
Because of his situation , his friends had recommended that he get a pet . That year Geppetto adopted a tiny black kitten name Figaro and bought a goldfish called Cleo. Those animals became his company and he talked and confided in them as though they were really his children. He did the same to the fantastic marionettes he created. Especially this new one.
It was made from pine wood and clad in cute Tuscan Tyrolean clothing along with a broad yellow cap with a feather. But it was not that which made the puppet appealing to Geppetto. He had modeled it after his child, with its black hair and blue eyes. He loved to pretend it was his own little boy as he carved and painted it. It made him feel loved again.
But now his dearest wish had come true! Pinocchio truly was his little boy, for he could walk and talk just like any other human even though he entirely made of wood. "My son," he breathed one last time before drifting off to slumber. His life finally felt complete.