Piccolo Bellezza is what my Italian grandfather used to call me as a little girl, before he passed away. It is Italian for "little beauty." When my parents were divorcing, he was very ill, so instead of moving away my dad decided to move in and take care of him. Needless to say, my brothers and I spent a significant amount of time with him, but I was the lucky one when it came to him. No matter how bad he was feeling, my pappy would brush my crazy, curly hair every night after my bath, tuck me into my own bed, in my own room (hehe, sorry brothers!) kiss my forehead and wish his piccolo bellezza a good night!