AITA for telling my mother to stop telling people the story behind my name?
At just fifteen, he carries a name that binds him to his mother in more ways than one—a name meant for a girl, reshaped for a boy, yet shadowed by a story that feels more like a burden than a bond. Every retelling by his mother feels like an invasion of his privacy, a spotlight on a personal moment he wishes to keep close.
He yearns for respect and understanding, but his plea is met with repeated disregard, as the story of his name is paraded before friends and strangers alike. In the quiet struggle between love and embarra*sment, he fights to reclaim his ident*ty beyond the narrative his mother insists on sharing.




















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