My mother and father were married on Christmas Eve during WWII. They wrote hundreds of letters to each other while he was in the Navy. Before she died, my mother gave my sister and I a shoebox full of those few that she saved.
Imagine my surprise when I found out that they were calling me Michael in those letters while my mother was pregnant with me. I guess they were surprised when they had a little girl instead of a boy. I don't remember them ever telling me they had imagined having a boy, but now I wonder if my tomboy ways grew out of those roots.
"Words are a form of action, capable of influencing change." (Ingrid Bengis)
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