Claudia, that was the name that I was gifted with at birth. I wasn't one to give much thought to my own name, it wasn't that I wasn't interested in my name, it wasn't something that I would question or think of. I just saw my name as a title for people to use as a form or reaching out to me when they needed me for a certain task, yet there were moments where I thought to myself... "Why out of all the names would my parents pick Claudia?", it's not that I specifically dislike the name or have anything against it...but Claudia wasn't the most common name nor did it sound unique. Some people thought that my name was antique and unique in its own way, yet I failed to see it in their light.
Curiosity got the best of my and I went to ask mother why she choose to name me Claudia, " Mother...why did you name me Claudia?" I asked."Well..." she said. "I named you Claudia in remembrance of the love that I felt for your father at the time." she said. "You were made out of our love and since you were born girl we named you Claudia, since your father was called Claudio, you would be the next generation of your father as a female." she said. …show more content…
It wasn't that I despised father, I was just disappointed in myself knowing that I knew my own father's name yet failed to realize that I was asked after him only having the last letter of my name changed from o to a to bring forth feminism into my name. Another side of me was brimming with unending happiness making me grin from ear to ear at knowing that my name had been thought over and processed for a period of