So a couple weeks ago when I was out of town to attend a funeral, I met someone who used to help my mum taking care of me. She’s a family as well, and she was the one who gave me my first two names. I did ask her about the meaning behind my name once, but she said she had to find the notes of it first and we were all kind of busy with the funeral, so I didn’t ask her about it again. I thought she had forgotten about it though. But she just texted me and told me that my first name means the follower of Christ, and my second name means happy. She also said that she gave those names to me expecting me to be a happy follower of Christ. I cringed when I read the text, knowing that I’m anything but.