Effects of a Name
Common
name puts you’re into an unintended trouble and you are harassed against your
will. The school report was switched with the other girl, and someone’s love
letter delivered to wrong. My name was very common name when I was in school. I
always met another Misun at the beginning of the semester. Teachers and
classmates called me “taller Misun” to distinguish between me and the other
Misun. It often made me sad that I was not called by owns. I really wanted a
special name like my brothers.
One
day, my grandmother visited my house, and she called me to ask for a glass of
water. That time, I was shocked because she didn’t say it clearly. I am a girl.
Women leave from their family after got married. It means that girl is not
important grandchild for her. In Korea, men took care of their family and
inherited from their parents in her time. Most old people were only concerned
their grandsons. They choose a name carefully when their kid is a boy. I was disappointed
that my parents decided on my name in just minutes. My one of classmates was a
consolation to me. She has been given a boy’s name from her parents because
they believed the superstition if choose a boy’s name for their daughter, they
can have a son next time.
After
gave her a glass of water, I wrote names of my family members on the paper. My
eyes focused on my brothers. I was jealous of the unique and luxurious names of
my brothers. “How are beautiful!” I thought that it makes person special. I knew that a person’s name consisted of many
things. There are expectation, love and hope of parents for their child. However,
I couldn’t find them from my name. A careless, very simple my name has not any
love, expectation of my parents.
Suddenly,
laughter filled in the living room. My family was watching a TV show. A famous
comedy woman appeared on TV. She was showing the performance as usual, but I couldn’t
laugh like them because a classmate told me again that day. “Hey, make me
laugh!” The comedy woman is also Misun.
However, she has never made me laugh.
After I became an adult, I didn’t like my
name, but I understand my parents. They couldn’t afford to concern themselves
with their youngest. My father often worked overtime, and my mother was tired of
taking care of two boys every day. Too common, not fancy and unimpressive my
name no longer makes me sad. I feel my mother’s love every time I open the
letters from her. The most important thing is that my name is not common in the
United States.