Introducing my new assistant VIKTOR, named after my mother VELMA, who just passed last month.
People would ask her, “How do you spell your name?” She’d reply in a Pinay accent, “B” as in Bictor,
“A.” I used to roll my eyes as a kid hearing my mother spell her name to strangers all the time. It was kind of embarrassing listening to that “fresh off the boat” accent although she’s been here in Los Angeles for decades, seemingly not shaking her roots of the Philippines 🇵🇭.
As an adult hearing these exchange of words now is just matter of fact, which I’ve accepted without judgement of origin, culture, or hierarchy. It’s just my mother spelling her name in her way, and making new friends along the way.
I miss you mother.