Dad yells from downstairs. “Winifred, breakfast.”
How many Winifred’s do you know? Yeah, thought so. Dad named me after my mom. She died when I was born. I looked Winifred up in a baby name book once. It means ‘friend of peace.’ Not. With my red hair and temper? I wonder if it fit Mom? I think I miss her, but it’s hard to know what it’s like to have a mother.
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