#people who hurt me called me that name and so i wasnt young carefree XXXXX anymore. i was XXX.

[bluebellhairpin]

For the first time in a long time I've had an old (dead, buried, burnt) nickname used frequently, and it shocked me how fine I was about it.

The first time it was met with a slight flinch, shock I suppose, since it hasn't been a name I've given myself since I was about 11 years old. But after that it got easier. I found myself smiling at it.

Probably because the name was coming from these kids who didn't know any better, because their mum doesn't know any better. At this point family are the only people who can get away with it. These kids. They've grown up strangers to me, but hearing that name from them?

They, running around the garden, pulling weeds woth me, calling asking if I wanted a biscuit, passing me my drink bottle, all while using that name. For the first time in a long time, that name sounded like mine. It sounded right.