As I was growing up I felt like my father only knew my name and would always scream it for me to get stuff for him. I got tired of it and asked did you know anyone else name? Come to find out I was his favorite. They did not change the fact that I wanted to not have a name. I wanted to somehow be invisible from the world and just live without any judgement but there will always be someone asking for your name and I wonder how many people will help you when you are in deep trouble. Sometimes you only need one but sometimes a village happens too