Chrysanthemum
Chrysanthemum Chrysanthemum The day she was born was the happiest day in her parents' lives. “She's perfect,” said her mother. “Absolutely,” said her father. And she was. She was absolutely perfect. “Her name must be everything she is,” said her mother. “Her name must be absolutely perfect,” said her father. And it was. Chrysanthemum. Her parents named her Chrysanthemum. Chrysanthemum grew and grew and grew. And when she was old enough to appreciate it, Chrysanthemum loved h
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Chrysanthemum
Chrysanthemum
The day she was born was the happiest day in her parents' lives.
“She's perfect,” said her mother.
“Absolutely,” said her father.
And she was. She was absolutely perfect.
“Her name must be everything she is,” said her mother.
“Her name must be absolutely perfect,” said her father.
And it was.
Chrysanthemum. Her parents named her Chrysanthemum.
Chrysanthemum grew and grew and grew.
And when she was old enough to appreciate it, Chrysanthemum loved her name.
I love my name!
She loved the way it sounded when her mother woke her up. Chrysanthmum.She loved the way it sounded when her father called her for dinner. Chrysanthmum.
And she loved the way it sounded when she whispered it to herself in the bathroom mirror. Chrysanthmum.Chrysanthemum, Chrysanthemum, Chrysanthmum.
Chrysanthemum loved the way her name looked when it was written with ink on an envelope.She loved the way it looked when it was written with icing on her birthday cake.And she loved the way it looked when she wrote it herself with her fat orange crayon.Chrysanthemum, Chrysanthemum, Chrysanthemum.
Chrysanthemum thought her name was absolutely perfect.
And then she started school.On the first day, Chrysanthemum wore her sunniest dress and her brightest smile.She ran all the way.“Hooray!” said Chrysanthemum. “School!”
But when Mrs. Chud took roll call,
Don, Eve, Lois, Al, Les, Kay, Max, Sue, Bill, Pat,
Tom, Sam, Ken, Jo, Rita, Victoria, Chrysanthemum,
everyone giggled upon hearing Chrysanthemum's name.
“It's so long,” said Jo.“It scarcely fits on your name tag,” said Rita, pointing.“I'm named after my grandmother,” said Victoria.“You're named after a flower!”
Chrysanthemum wilted.She did not think her name was absolutely perfect.She thought it was absolutely dreadful.
The rest of the day was not much better.During naptime Victoria raised her hand and informed Mrs. Chud thatChrysanthemums name was spelled with thirteen letters.“That's exactly half as many letters as there are in the entire alphabet!'' Victoria explained.“Thank you for sharing that with us, Victoria,” said Mrs. Chud.“Now put your head down.”
“If I had a name like yours, I'd change it,” Victoria said as the students lined up to go home.I wish I could, thought Chrysanthemum miserably.
“Welcome home!” said her mother.“Welcome home!” said her father.“School is no place for me,” said Chrysanthemum.“My name is too long. It scarcely fits on my name tag.And I'm named after a flower!”
“Oh, pish,” said her mother. “Your name is beautiful.”“And precious and priceless and fascinating and winsome,” said her father.“It's everything you are,” said her mother.“Absolutely perfect,” said her father.
Chrysanthemum felt much better after her favorite dinner (macaroni and cheese with ketchup)and an evening filled with hugs and kisses and Parcheesi.
That night Chrysanthemum dreamed that her name was Jane.
It was an extremely pleasant dream.
The next morning Chrysanthemum wore her most comfortable jumper.She walked to school as slowly as she could.She dragged her feet in the dirt.Chrysanthemum, Chrysanthemum, Chrysanthemum, she wrote.
