Blessed to have my name

When I was a kid I didn’t like my name. I often teased that they just picked me up from the garbage. And it means that they saw a newspaper with a name and my mother liked it, so they gave it to me. I was depressed during those times. I thought that I was not the daughter of my parents.

But now that I am in my mid age, I am thankful to have this name. This gives me lots of good things in life. I am grateful to have this unique name and I am blessed.