When I was eight, my youngest sister Maya was born, and, in true hippy style, my mom let me and my then four-year-old sister Emma choose Maya's middle name.
The morning baby Maya was born, it was raining and not long after she arrived, the rain stopped, and a rainbow spread over the sky outside our window.
Because of this rainbow, little Maya’s full name is: Maya Rainbow Rose, and though she may still be utterly mortified by it, every time I see anything rainbow, I think of her.
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