So a couple of weeks ago I had a delivery for someone who had actually sold a house for my parents just a little while before I was born. When I dropped off the delivery she said "Are you related to the owners?"
I responded with, "Yes, I'm their son Damien"
To which she replied, " Oh their son...don't you have a sister named Savannah or something like that."
"No, I have a sister named Branigan though."
"Branigan, yeah...that is one, but don't you have another sister?"
And being as quick as I could I said, "No, but you might know me as my middle name; Dakotah"
"Dakotah, that's it." And after a brief pause she looked at me with confusion and said, "When you were little your parents used to call you by your middle name?"
I shook my head in an affirmative way, and then proceeded to wish her a pleasant day as I left her room. See, if I had been born a boy I wouldn't have funny stories like these!
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