Alessia. For a short period of my life, right after I was born, I was Alessia for the world. No, my mother didn't take into account the possibility that I could have a "blown s" or the fact that my last name wouldn't have matched well with my first name. Alessia Pozzi. Doesn't it sound bad? But she just did not care. She would whisper my name in my ear again and again, while holding me in her arms for the very first time and observing every inch of my newborn body. "Alessia Pozzi, Alessia Pozzi" she would keep saying, as to try to imprint that name on my mind. It was when my four-years-old sister came into the hospital room that my mother changed her mind. "Where's Alice?" she asked away, and from that moment on I just became
