When I was born I was named
When I was first adopted I was named
Then I got my name. My real name. My true name.
And I don't like it. Never have really. I am certain that I am nothing like what people expect when they see my name.
In fact for a few years I tried to get everyone to let me go by my middle name. I feel like it suits me more.
While I rarely wonder about my bio parents I do sometimes wonder about their daughter, this Jennifer person.
I also wonder what my life would have been if my mom had decided that Jennifer was a darn good name for me.
Or if my grandma hadn't mispronounced Aimee-Nichelle so horribly that my mom had left me with it.
I am somehow convinced that the name would effect the end person.
Maya told me yesterday that she would like to change her name. When I asked her what she wanted to change it to she told me to choose. I told her I already had.
I chose Maya.
She's still a rose right?