I have eleven letters and all the vowels (except that pesky “Y”) in my first name. I take pride in it and never fuss about how long it took for me to bubble it in on college exams and have always exercised patience when listening to people completely butcher it. It’s a creation of my mother’s and she taught me to love it. She taught me how to write it when I was three because I would’ve been starting Pre-K soon and she “didn’t want anyone teaching me how to spell my name, I should be teaching them.”

 


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