My Name
My name to everyone shouts out confusion, so confusing that the original meaning is not significant. It was supposed to be my grandmothers name, but it is now a puzzle. Maria Teresa, that is my name, or is it Maria-Teresa, or Maria...Teresa, or even Maria Theresa. I don't know. My parents don't know. Nobody knows. This name is absent, it's only present when I have to say "here!" in class, then it gets replaced to Mia. The puzzle gets hidden in our minds, never solved. When my parents have to do legal things, the puzzle comes back. They debate and debate the same controversial topic since I was born."It is TUR-EH-SA!" says my mom.
"Wait, isn't her middle name your maiden name? says my dad.