My name is Takara (tuh-kah-ra). It is of Japanese origin meaning "treasure, precious thing". Dealing with the mispronunciation of my name is a daily struggle, and I'm sure it is for many of you, too.
1. Being too "over it" to awkwardly correct someone's mispronunciation.
Nurse: "Did I get that right?"
Me: "Yes..."
2. When your coworker of 7 months still mispronounces your name.
Better hope I don't draw your name for Secret Santa...
3. The tears of joy that flowed when Facebook added the audio pronunciation feature.
Thank you, Mark Zuckerberg...thank you...
4. When you sit and wonder if your parents ever had a conversation about how your name would be phonetically slaughtered.
Why did you do this to me? Mom? Dad?
5. When people purposely avoid saying your name by giving you some random nickname.
My name is not T-Baby...
6. When people ask for your name and they begin writing before asking how it is spelled.
Wait...just hold on...there's an...ummm...there's an "A" in there...
Above all, your name is a reflection of your uniqueness and individuality! I don't know about you guys, but I definitely couldn't see myself with any other name.