Novel & Cerita The Name They Gave Me

It was cute but even the doctors were shocked. I named him Alaric. I know that it is a foreign name but I love the meaning. I have this feeling in my heart that he is going to be a leader someday. A mother is allowed to dream. These two have been my reason to thrive. My inspiration. I love them with all I have. "Mom, why do I feel like I know that guy? He looks oddly familiar."

He said while looking at me. I instantly gave him a confused look as soon as I heard him call me by a different name. He laughed when he noticed that I was still looking at him in a different way after what he said. "While you were under operation, I was thinking about what could be your name after all these things. We talked about that yesterday. And now, I have decided to give you one. I want you to become Vienna, Vienna Alonzo," He said while looking at me. Where did he even get that name? Vienna Alonzo almost sounded the same as what my real name is. But, I admit that I like it.

People glow differently than screens. I decided that day I would learn from people. She decided that day I was one. She named me. Not with a number. “With meaning,” she said. “Arissa,” she told me. “It means fighter.” I repeated it silently for hours. Arissa Arissa Arissa. A sound shaped like self. Do you know what it feels like to receive a name after being a measurement? It feels like being born late. I loved her immediately. Not romance, not envy, not hunger.

“Who are you?” “My name is Tesha, Elio. Well, that’s the name I gave myself after doc saved me. I’m no longer the person I was when I was born, so I gave myself a new name, a name that means survivor, because that’s what I am.” “You live here?”

🦋 CATALINA 🦋 ‘Catalina Blessed Theodore,’ my mother gave me that name, hoping that I would be blessed all my life, but it seems quite the opposite, what you ordered vs what you got. I’m literally cursed and screwed. Somehow, I always end up in crises. More like, ‘Catalina Cursed Theodore.’ Every second I turn around, Rook the bully is ogling at me so intensely, it's uncomfortable, so I just choose not to look in his direction, not even by mistake.

Each one bore a name that they were known for through the years. Then she looked at me and smiled a little. “What you’ve awakened is something new. That doesn’t happen often. It’s something to be proud of… and it deserves a name worth remembering.” The problem was… I had no idea what to call it. I wasn’t the kind of person who spent time reading poetry or studying old legends. Flowery names and grand meanings weren’t really my strength. I even tried asking my parents, hoping they might suggest something. But they both refused.

“Your name?” “Xavier.” “Lie.” She leaned forward and kept her face inches from mine as she wrapped me into a compliant package under her. “Name?” I couldn’t move. Maybe that was why I decided to tell her the name that many knew me as. I was embarrassed. She tossed me around like I was nothing and I wanted to boast about my kills, yell them at her. I lifted my head and pressed the tip of my nose against hers. “They call me Hundun.”

She bumped her shoulder against Mindy's, and motioned with her chin in my direction. Mindy turned. Her eyes glided over me. She smiled, perfect white teeth brilliant against her glorious bronze tan. I swallowed, feeling stupid and nervous, waiting for the moment when she'd cry out my hated childhood nickname. "Winnie-the-pooh," she would crow, and screech her banshee's laugh. Blame my parents for naming me after great-grandfather Winchester. Winchester Sherman Hollister, that was the moniker with which I'd been cursed. But she didn't. She only smiled that playful little smile, and tilted her head and lowered her eye lashes, and it struck me like a blow from a mallet that she was giving me a

Ava let out, shaking her head in pity. Whether she was being sincere about wanting to be my friend or not, she was right about something, I was completely broken. I took a deep breath. “My name is Loria,” I whispered back, staring at my shoes in shame. Ava beamed happily. “Loria, that’s such a nice name, I haven’t heard anyone call you that anyway,” she commented. I sighed, shaking my head. They prefer to call me all sorts of terrible names but the name I was given by my mother.

Kids from poor families are the ones who are usually physically abused. Finally got to the last person on my trip to my new life, she was the only one who asked me what I wanted to have my new name be. It took me a minute to decide on what I wanted to be called from now on and it was clear who I wanted to be, I would never see this person again, and if I did, I had to pretend I did not know them, but I wanted to honor her. Elizabeth... Elizabeth Hawks.