Conversing with Nonno would start with a loud, friendly “hellooo dare!” as he failed to pronounce the “th” sound because of his intriguing accent. This blaring greeting would cause my sister Alex to burst into tears, which is where I first learned that Italians can be unpleasantly noisy. The fear of my Nonno laughing at my defective Italian again forced me to keep it simple, so a basic “ciao” would do for me whenever I would visit his home in Brighton, Massachusetts. As I grew older, The difference in language created a wall between my Nonno and me, and I did not have the power to decipher the complex language. I would often get depressed because of the thought of not knowing the language of my own past time. Sure, I loved him to death and he loved me, but there was a large piece of the puzzle missing that kept us
Conversing with Nonno would start with a loud, friendly “hellooo dare!” as he failed to pronounce the “th” sound because of his intriguing accent. This blaring greeting would cause my sister Alex to burst into tears, which is where I first learned that Italians can be unpleasantly noisy. The fear of my Nonno laughing at my defective Italian again forced me to keep it simple, so a basic “ciao” would do for me whenever I would visit his home in Brighton, Massachusetts. As I grew older, The difference in language created a wall between my Nonno and me, and I did not have the power to decipher the complex language. I would often get depressed because of the thought of not knowing the language of my own past time. Sure, I loved him to death and he loved me, but there was a large piece of the puzzle missing that kept us