My Mame Not Name

My family comes of Greek decent, and we are proud of that. My grandfather threatened to disown his unborn grandchildren if their names did not have a Greek background. So I am his little bee. Honey bee. They say I bring health and happiness. I'd like to believe that. But backwards I sound like asylum, which is where people think I need to go. But an asylum protects us, you just don't approve of what is inside. This bee is Melissa. Melissa. Plain, old Melissa. Melissa is too long. Melissa is too confusing. Anyone can say it but never spell it. There is nothing special about it. I was named after no one, I have no story. But that's just what I needed. I have no story. I'm an empty book. Empty pages. I can write my own story. Why? I am Melissa. I am my own person. I have my own name. I am proud of it, and I'd never change it for anything in the world.