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.
"Is Maria Teresa her first name?" says my mom.
"Isn't Teresa her middle name?" says my dad.
"Isn't it pronounced TUR-E-SA?" says my dad.
"It is TUR-EH-SA!" says my mom.
"Wait, isn't her middle name your maiden name? says my dad.
"It is TUR-EH-SA!" says my mom.
"Wait, isn't her middle name your maiden name? says my dad.
My name will never be known. It will never be understood. It will never be my identity. It is not me. Maria Teresa is not my name, my name is Mia.
That must be so comfusing when you have to fill certain papers out! But you know what they say, your name is what makes you, you. So mia is what makes you who you are.
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