She always said it like a scold, and I could never hear it as anything else. Not once did it sound like a warm breeze, or an open door—always, it was clipped and fierce as if warning me against another wrong step. I don’t know how the name sounds to others who share it; hopefully they wear it well. On me it was a penance, and growing up, I was always thinking of how to rid myself of it.
— Jan 09, 2026 03:10AM
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