My Auntie Mary-Rose

My Auntie Mary Rose Years ago in my youthful years; my mother told me she named me after My Auntie Mary-Rose. Oh how I loved her so dearly. But throughout my young life I was consistently teased from kids my own age. And even from some of my own close kin. After I turned twenty-one I soon legally changed my name to Theresa Marie Christine. At the time I thought that no one would ever make fun of me again. But alas, all of some many uneducated cruel people never learn. While I was bartending, they’d call “hey TC bring me some of your empty tea so we can see the inside of your shirt. Guess I should not have let anyone get the better of me. I never knew that I was feeling so insecure. If it were not for one very close sister of mine: don’t think I would have even made it to the age of 35. Now I’m longing for my old name back. For I really did love my Auntie Mary-Rose. My beloved Auntie Mary-Rose I apologize for changing my name to Theresa Marie Christine. Written: 6/20/15 Theresa Marie