Mom, Don't Call Me 2328
Language: en
Mom loved to distill her parenting philosophy into rules. My older sister, Aria, was raised as a little princess. Mom always called her "baby," and she grew up spoiled. When I was born, Mom assigned me a different label: the last four digits of my Social Security Number, 2328. She believed that a name stripped of emotional attachment would forge an independent personality. For twenty years, to her, I was 2328. Then, on Christmas Day, I brought my boyfriend home. When he called me "baby" over dinner, my mother slammed her cup onto the floor. "How dare you call her that? Her name is…