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August 22, 2007

veraLeigh

In a strange twist of an innocent chat with a friend, he asked me if I think I'm really Vera Leigh.
I said no.

Vera Leigh sounds very cool to me. I hate the word cool but it's the only word I can think of to describe how my name makes me feel all sunny and powerful.

Vera Leigh
.

But I haven't felt my name in a long time now.
I miss my name.
The way Vera ends in an a. Not necessarily the a that comes with an h, like ah; just a. This a makes me feel like I'm a real girl. Or a woman poised to show herself off. This a believes she's unique and knows she can pull her confidence off.
And I miss the way Leigh flirts in a curve that doesn't know where to end. It sways. The ey is a confusion to most people. Some would ask me if they ought to say leee. I wrinkle my nose, and say no. It's a lEY. I'm proud of that sway, and I want them to keep it that way.

Vera Leigh complement each other. Perfect together. Once, I believed that only I have that combination of a name in the whole wide world.

About a year ago, I asked my mom how she came up with my name. She told me she was pregnant that time with her still nameless third child when she met this woman in a place called Maasin. The woman told her she has a daughter named Vera Leigh.

My mother must have lodged a little secret in her head that very moment, with the woman's voice trailing off as she began imagining her own Vera Leigh.

2 comments:

Yas Ligtas said...

You're your mom's little secret favorite daughter.

anything else, ver? hehe

liyo_denorte said...

i like it when i twist my tongue when saying your name which usually end a dimple on my left cheek.. =)
...
how's madam Lasam? (as i fond to call ur mom) i miss myself giggling with her. we usually drink coffee togeher by the patio and bask the morning breeze.. tsk'