I am one of those people christened with an unordinary name (it's not that unique, since there are several people I share the exact name with.)
Whenever people call me, or read my name, I always find myself correcting their mispronunciation, or misspelling.
Here is the exemption:
One of my office mates pronounce my name as Rossell, and before I can react, I already find myself caught in the net of her sincerity and sweet, enthusiastic smile. Her calling and recognition has the warmth of pure attention. I feel, then know it is me she is naming. That is enough.
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