Through the vignettes in The House on Mango street we’ve read in class one I feel I have a personal experience I can relate to is “My Name”. In “My Name” The narrator Esperanza talks about how she doesn’t like her name, but for me it isn’t so much that I hate my first name Daverne, it’s more a feeling of identity. As his first son my dad named me after him. Growing up I didn’t mind the name but after sometime I started not liking the name so much. I felt like I was another extension of my father which isn’t bad, but I thought of other first sons who their fathers chose to give them a name other then their first names and I wished I could have that, a name that is my own. I think that is why I prefer using my middle name Fils as my official name. Fils is French for son, so instead of naming me Daverne junior, my dad named me Daverne Fils. If you really think about it since Fils mean junior I’m still technically an extinction of my father’s name but I do think the name’s pretty original so I like it. Whenever people ask me for my name I always say Fils, only at school and work do people call me by first name. Funny thing is at home I go by another name. In my entirety of me living my Family has never called me by my government name not even my father. They all call me Carvens. And if I’m being honest, Carvens feels like more like my name than Daverne and Fils ever did. Daverne would come a close second though since that is what people would always call me. Lately I have been feeling like I have been going through an identity crisis, I feel like I am many things at once but yet at the same time not sure of what I am or want to be.
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