My Name
My Aunt selected this name for me. She chose this name as if she knew my taste even before I was born. My taste in unique with a little extra to make others and I think. Today still yet my name never seems to get old like I do every year. When someone calls me its different every time they add their own flavor to it. Even when others say it is beautiful. There are many versions of my name because people seem intimidated as if they are scared to pronounce it wrong. At times when my name gets yelled it feels like dirt. As if I made my name a shame. When around my family and I come up in a conversation all they can say is traviesa each time my name is said. When my aunt says my name she has nothing but good to say that I’m a good girl and so forth.
There was many times when I didn’t like my name. In First grade I was displeased with my name that I asked my mom to call me by my nickname instead which was kind of similar to my real name it was Dayis. For some odd reason I loved that name it reminded me of daisies. And Dayana reminded me of school on the board my teacher would have “days” written all over it so we can learn our days. I hated days of first grade year because I went five days a week and for long hours without seeing my mom. My name has a day in it and I guess it just got me irritated that even away from school I still had to see the word day. Years went on by and I began to get use to it I felt like it was the right size and color for me, six 6 and color red. But at times it turns pink to let others know they are pronouncing it wrong. Usually from pink it dazzles and becomes an ice breaker between another person and I. We start a lovely conversation that always makes me feel like I’m having déjà vu. This year I am 18 and my name is still only brand-new.