543 Day Writing Journey

Nobody Says My Name. Day 427.

Unless we have company at the house, or I drive out to the beach to see people I know, people don’t say my name. The boys call me Mom so I will go days or even weeks before I hear a person say my first name.

It’s a simple observation. Wanda, my young and spunky German shepherd hears her name all day long, thousands of time at least. Baylee for sure hears his name, more times than he probably needs or wants to.

Even when Roger was alive, I didn’t hear my name much. He called me hun.

I consider myself lucky and fortunate that the people around me don’t call me Teresa. If you really think about it, it’s quite awesome.

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