Desidero Che Potrei Parlare Italiano

As the name might suggest, I am Italian, to a point. My mother hails from
Sicily, more specifically the capital, Palermo. She trained as a nurse over there, but got sick of the hot temperatures, so decided to up and leave with her sister to England. Here she met my Cornish father, and whom I am the product from.
However, my mother decided it would be best not to bring my brother and I up bi-lingual, as she felt that it would isolate my father while we nattered away in Italian.

Why?!

I sorely wish I could speak it, and have wanted to ever since I was little. My mother and aunt always speak to each other in Italian, I have always wanted to understand what they were saying, but alas I cannot. Since turning 18, I have also discovered that I have dual-citizenship, and as such have been receiving Ballot papers for about 8 months now in a language I cannot understand.
It deeply saddens me, so I intend to make a bold effort to learn the language while at University. I feel I owe it to my Italian roots, Carmelo is my middle name, Carmelo Alongi was my Grandfather, I owe him the effort. He died when I was very young, as did my Italian Grandmother, and I have little in the way of Italian family. I very much feel like if I don't act now, my heritage will slip through my fingers, along with a piece of me. This Blog in a way is a tribute to him. In real life I carry the name of my English Grandfather as a forename, so always carry him with me, I think its time I did the same for Carmelo.