my name.

My name is Madeline. Like the shell-shaped cake common in France or your nearby Starbucks Coffee shop. They’re sweet and light and yummy.

Madeline is the name of the beloved TV character. The little French orphan. My older brother named me after her actually. My mom agreed to it too simply because she liked it as well. “It is a classic, old fashion name,” I remember her telling me once. She had the opportunity to choose two other names as well so I don’t think she minded very much that he got to choose. For she had the choice of my sisters names as well.

Anyways, I loved that show. Madeline was clever, adventurous, and always found herself in a situation. She was exciting. Sometimes I feel like the name better suits one of my sisters; and not just because of her red hair.

 In France a corky, upbeat lady, an artist by nature, use to call me Marie Madeleine which is basically the French version of Mary Magdalene. I stayed in the town, who could claim her head. I witnessed the annual parade honoring Marie Madeleine. Even got to see her scull.

I got nick names too. Madds, Mad, Maddy, Madi, Maddypoo, and Maddy fatty. They all actually have a story to tell like the old man at the local bar. They are me. They define who I am.

 Madeline is sweet, light, exciting, adventurous, classy, and all these things.

Madeline is a good name; I just wish I could live up to it.

Maddie Matter of Fact


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