Oddimentary

Once upon a time, many a year ago, a girl, who happened to be I, stumbled upon a nickname, picked it up and put it into her pocket. It was a lovely, short and ringing one, and it stuck, quickly. The name was Ella.

Years passed and things happened. Once she disappeared off the stage and when she returned, the little, lovely name was still there, although she had already grown out of it and felt alien whenever it was used to adress her, until one day, good luck and chance offered ample opportunity to finally shed the long-worn pseudonym and finally give full weight and glory to the so-far overlooked real name. And whatever they tell you sometimes, real names count.

It’s Mary-Ann.

Alright, sort of. The people of the strange and far land our little girl inhabited (and still does), transcribe it as Maria-Anna, but that’s not something to be worried about.

I wonder if this day should become The Old, Lovely (But False) Nickname Commemoration Day…