Cognomen

Sometimes I forget my name. It seems so ordinary. It doesn't feel special. If I ask a stranger on the street who I am, they won't know my name. So why should I care about my name? My name is my link to my ancestors. My last name comes from my fathers family. They were from Russia. My middle name is my mom's father's name. My first name is my own. My name means a lot. Not to a stranger on the street, but to me. Sometimes I forget my name, but that is when I forget who I am. My name is my future, past, and present. It is up to me to uphold my families honor. It is up to me to uphold my own honor.