I'm not sure I can remember who I am. There's a faint picture of him in the back of my mind, but is that really me? His name... Can it really be my name?

Everyone calls me something different. Not a single person uses the same name for me as someone else. Do they just not like my real name?

My mom likes it. She's the only one who ever uses it. I like hearing her call me by my name. The familiar feeling is wonderful.

So I pick up my phone and call her. The first word out of her mouth is "hi", and that's closely followed by a name. My favorite name. My name.