I keep tossing and turning in bed again though I feel so exhausted and worn out. I got bored counting the cottony sheep, and I ended up wondering about my name. My given name… my real given name is Elizabeth. And I’m called by many names.
They called me Ellie, Elizabeth and they call me Eliza, Ella, Liz, Liza, Lizzie, Izzy, Lizard and not to mention ‘Little Bird’ and ‘Ladybird’ (younger children usually call me that, cuz they can’t pronounce my name… I find it rather cute, really)… but why nobody ever calls me ‘Beth’? Gosh… all of my life, nobody ever calls me ‘Beth’ though it’s also a variation of my name. Strange… very strange…
Ah well… a rose by any other name would smell just as sweet. It matters not I guess, for these days, I responded more to ‘Honey’, ‘Mummy’, ‘Auntie’, ‘Teacher’,’Clef’ and ‘Fairy’. *FAINT* My dad would probably mourn if he knows about this… all of the troubles he went through and gave me a Queen’s name… but in the end… there’s hardly anybody around who calls me that.
Cleffairy: Elizabeth…Ellie, Ella, Eliza, Lizzie, Izzy…. and Beth?