Wrong Name by "Marcy" Marcela Skodova

Wrong Name

 

Marcela. Every time I hear my name, my heart stop. I start thinking,  I am in trouble and usually  it is follow something like this “Marcela, you forgot to lock the door!” or “ Marcela, I told you not to do it!” well, I guess my mom really liked her choice of my name. When she was a teenager, she decided she would name all of her kids with the same first letter M. The first daughter, Michaela. Three years after, she thought I would be a boy, Martin, after my dad, but it was me. I guess choosing a name in a hospital might be little stressful. My mom wanted to be original so I ended up to be Marcela. She did the same thing nineteen years after again with my brother Marek. I remember  getting a lot of nicknames before I pick mine, the one you don’t want. Stick, grass snake, wand or limb.  Marcela means a small soldier, brave and small which suits me but the sound of it does not. It is not typical name in my country, Czech Republic and most of people who I have met from uber drivers and workers at Starbucks even my friends from different countries will pronounce wrong.  That is why I use my nickname Marcy. It suit me better. My whole family call me with my nickname too, I think they don’t like Marcela either. I wish my mom would not have had the rule to name all of her children with the same first letter M. I could be Lucie, Anna or Simona. Something more colourful, prettier and happy like me.