The Story of My Name

The picture is my own.

Christine. A lot of people have my name, but that doesn’t mean our story is the same. A person’s name can mean something different to them. They could be named a certain name because of a special event or something traditional. My name, Christine, doesn’t really hold any significance to me. Even my Vietnamese name, Thao, isn’t special to me because it was my grandmother’s name. Just like Esperanza from House on Mango Street didn’t like her name because it reminded her of her grandmother’s dark past, I don’t like my name (both of them) because it doesn’t reflect who I am; it reflects who other people are, like my grandmother.

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