I was adopted as a child by an American family. They still can't pronounce my name correctly.

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My brother sat across from me at a family dinner, sounding out the first syllable of my name. "It's a hard 'I'," I reminded him, "not an 'A' a hard 'I' like 'mirror' as in, Mir-ella." He laughed a little. A few people from around the table also laughed, including my father. I smiled. "I'm going to get it," my brother said. "Please just know that I want to say it right."