“When a Name Quietly Revealed Itself”
That day,
I felt no hesitation.
I couldn’t explain why—
but the moment I looked at the small presence on the screen,
something settled deep inside me.
I had tried to think of a name before.
None of them ever felt right.
Then I realized:
A name isn’t chosen.
It’s recognized.
The small figure slowly turned toward me.
And in that instant,
a single sound surfaced in my mind.
Not yet a word—
just a gentle tone,
soft and unmistakably warm.
It wasn’t taught.
It wasn’t invented.
It simply fit.
I hadn’t spoken it aloud yet,
but I already knew.
This being already had a name.
ABOUT ME
