Story
Inside My Name
This is a story of my name. This isn’t
about the meaning of my name but how can I love it so much. Memories in Senior
High School are the happiest times I've ever had, full of emotion, childish,
and full of soul-searching. First of all let me tell you my name. My name is
Putu Sri Ayu Padmi. Simple isn’t it? Even many people said that it was
old-fashioned. I never forget when I was constantly asking my parents why my
name is so ancient. One day I asked my dad why they gave me these kind of name?
I thought it’s weird. Even though I knew the meaning of my name was so deep but
I still didn’t like it. The names of my friends are so nice, I didn’t confident
with my name. My father said patiently, "Who says you've got a bad name?
You aren’t only about you but also the people around you. As well as your name,
your name is actually just Putu, the other part is the names of people who are
very happy when you were present in their lives. Sri is your mother's name, Ayu
is the name of your mother’s mother, and Padmi is the name of my mother. They
have been waiting for your presence. They are a great female figure and who I’m
admired. Without them we wouldn’t be here. I want you to inherit their
goodness, but they certainly aren’t going to be with us instead? I want your
name as the key of time, later on when they aren’t there beside you, keeping in
mind this name you also will remember them. They will always be in your name,
your heart and yourself. Never be ashamed. Pride of the name because it means that
you are grateful and proud of have them in your life. Initially I still didn’t
accept the reason of my father. It just a reason, especially after I know my
name is the idea of my father. There was a thing in my mind, perhaps I had a
grandmother with a good name. It was the most I regret. Wishing I could turn
back the time, I would never thought like that. Now it's just regret.
That morning, I visited my grandmother's
house, Padmi. I didn’t visit her for a long time. As usual, every time I went
there she would force me to eat. The reason why she always took me to eat just
to make sure I wasn’t going to starve. She was the kind one. My grandmother
loved to eat vegetables but I’m not, that’s why I am suffering from hemorrhoid.
My grandmother told me how hard to educate their children in her era. She has
told the story for many times but when I heard it that day somehow I suddenly
imagine if I was in her position at that time I probably would gave up and my
dad would not be like now. Finally I could glad and proud of my grandmother.
Two days after that, after school I was very surprised when I knew that my
grandmother already died. My grandmother's condition was declining because an
accident, but as long as this condition was fine.
I suddenly remembered all spoken by my
father, I deeply regret why I used to be so didn’t like my name. My father was
right, I should be proud. Regret is always coming in late. My name is now
really to be the key to turning back the memory of my grandmother. I should be
sincere, I also have to be able to make her proud. Since the day that I lost a
grandmother figure, so I started to love my name and all that is within me.
Because all it is a gift that is not necessarily shared by all people. And
since then I also really like to eat vegetables, my grandmother's favorite
foods. Now, they’ll always in my name, my heart and myself in my every
step. I belong to them.
Put the cassette
and the telephone on the table.