“Oh Pinocchio”, Geppetto sighed aloud. Pinocchio’s latest attempt at creating a family lay sprawled across a wooden chair. Featureless, the marionette’s presence was disturbing to Geppetto. It reminded him, again, of Pinocchio’s deepest wish. A wish Geppetto had no ability to grant.
Geppetto had been making prosthetics for the returning military recruits when Pinocchio determined there should be “more like him”. Geppetto could hear Pinocchio’s squeal as he began to formulate the idea of “creating” a family.
Pinocchio didn’t like being different. He didn’t appreciate the stares he received as he walked down the street. Pinocchio wanted to fit in, become invisible in a crowd, simply to be like “everyone else”.
Geppetto sighed again. Pinocchio just doesn’t realize that different isn’t bad, it is unique! Special! Wondrous! And especially, a gift.