My sister thinks my name means
“sharer of back seats and secrets.”
My mom thinks my name means
“needs a lot of rides to gymnastics” and
“loves comic books, like me.”
My dad thinks my name means
“weirdly obsessed with that band Imagine Dragons” and
“loves corny jokes, like me.”
My cat thinks my name means “always good for a snuggle.”
My best friend thinks my name means
“tells me the truth no matter what; best giggle in the world.”
My art teacher thinks my name means “gifted.”
My music teacher thinks my name means
“definitely tries hard.”
My neighbor thinks my name means
“kid who cuts the grass.”
My dentist thinks my name means
“kid who needs to floss.”
I think
there’s some stuff that they left out, like
“dreams of life in a big city” and
“lies awake at night sometimes,
worrying about the whales” and
“having doubts about gymnastics” and
“loves nothing more than to close her eyes
and listen to the rain.”