DON'T CALL ME ZIA

When I had married Mr. G. and we went to Italy, his little niece 8 years old started to call me Zia. Zia means "aunt" in Italian. I didn't like to be called Zia and told her she could call me by my name. But there was nothing to do she just continued to call me Zia.

For a little girl she had quite a loud and stredent voice and when she called me from the balcony on the forth floor when I was getting out of the car, I always got a shock to hear her screaming "Ziiiiaaaa" !
When she came for a visit and called me in the garden or wherever outside the whole neighborhood was probably wondering whose name was Zia.

Now the little girl is in her 50th and hasn't changed a bit. She still calls me Zia, but meanwhile I am used to it !

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