Elizabeth Selima Adams should have been my name. This name that repeats in my head like the inharmonious melodies of violins is a part of me and will always be. It first started as a baby. “You would stare at the steps and smile for a while and then crawl away to me as if welcoming a friend,” my mom said. From that day, she always thought someone special lingered around me. As a toddler, I often refused to be held by some family and friends. I began to make my own choices of who felt comfortable to me. Things that were unlike the feeling of my mother’s pampering made me cry. My mom began to see my development of this picky characteristic. She would then say, “Yvette it is not good to be stubborn like that, you act just like your great-grandmother.”
Tiny wrinkles have always formed on my father’s forehead while showing a confused facial expression in brief moments of my childhood. He always gave the same shocking expression as he discovered something. After considering the words that then might come forth, my father then says, “Yvette, you sound and look just like my grandmother Elizabeth”. I expected him to add something more in what he said but there was silent without any more reasons to why this was said over and over as a child. There was more to it than just me.
I resent all kinds of medicine, but I would only take it if I must. I would also not take it unless I had something sweet to eat with it or afterwards. I find pills horrible and syrups terrible. When my grand-mother noticed this, she told me that her mother Elizabeth hated medication no matter what form or flavor it was and that she would always have to eat a piece of candy if she needed to take it. “Chocolate was her favorite but she never took any type of medicine unless she felt really sick,” my grandmother would say.
Up to this day, many family members and friends see my great-grandmother Elizabeth in me. From my immediate to distant family across the globe, they seem to have found something in me that is part of Elizabeth Iata, my great-grand mother. Some Uncles and Aunts go so...