my sister had a name when she was younger that (as far as I know) was the only one of its kind. No one knew how to pronounce her name. being a young kid and constantly traumatized by people butchering her name became extremely unpleasant for her. she changed her name to her middle name. then after like 15 years she changed it back to her first again.
to me, a name is a part of someone's identity. and in the case of my sister during her growing up period, it was hard to deal with. my mom also had a last name that no one could correctly pronounce so she was extremely happy to marry a man with the last name Smith.
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