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“Celine,” she said. “I’ve been thinking, and I want to change my name.”
She was only six when she came out to Celine as transgender. Now she was thirteen, more than twice her age, and definitely more mature.
“To what?” Celine asked, turning around to face her.
“I want to honor my mom, and a part of her will always live through me with my name. I want to be Rumi. Because it sounds like Ryu Mi-yeong.”
Celine pulled Rumi into a hug. “That’s beautiful,” she said. “You look like a Rumi, too.”
Rumi giggled. “I thought you would like it.”