😔 Everyone was hiding the name of my future niece from me, and when I found out the reason, I was truly disappointed.
With my sister Elza, we are so close that there have never been any secrets between us. It’s simple: I know everything about her life, and she knows everything about mine.
One day, I asked her if she had already chosen a name for the baby, and her answer left me perplexed: “I haven’t decided yet.”
A little later, during a dinner with our aunt, she asked me if I already knew the name of my future niece. I sensed an unease in her voice, as if she was hiding something. Then, one day, I told my mother how everyone seemed uncomfortable whenever the baby’s name came up.
My mother immediately changed the subject, and that’s when I realized that she too knew the name. For a moment, I imagined that maybe Elza wanted to give my name to the baby, and that’s why everyone knew, except me.
I insisted with my mom to find out what she knew, and after some hesitation, she revealed the name to me. And there… I was completely disappointed. I just couldn’t understand how my sister could choose such a name…
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Then my mom revealed to me that the name Elza had chosen for her daughter was “Tooh,” a name that was spelled T-O-O-H but pronounced like the number “two” in English, in a softer way.
Suddenly, I understood why my sister had chosen this name: it was in honor of her first child, the one she lost two years ago.
It was her way of symbolizing the memory of her first baby, a connection to the one she couldn’t keep.
I went to see Elza to talk to her, to explain why I thought it was a bad decision.
I told her that this name would constantly remind her of the trauma she had gone through.
I also asked her: What will she tell her daughter when she’s older, when she asks why she was given that name?
After all, it wasn’t an easy name to carry.
Elza stayed silent for a long time, and then the conversation took a different turn.
In the end, after thinking it over, she agreed to change her mind.
Together, we chose another name, a name that would also carry meaning, but without reminding her of the pain from the past.
It was a soothing decision for both of us, and I was relieved that Elza had made this decision, more at peace for her daughter’s future.
