The letter for today is: F, where I feature Francene and fruit.
With the surname of Brown when I was born, my mother searched for a first name to lift her new daughter out of the mundane. She chose the French title of a hairdresser. Francine lent the quality she required. Somehow, during the registration and baptism, the spelling changed, resulting in the even more unusual Francene.
I never questioned my name, never rejected the tag which set me apart, simply smiled at the looks from other children and took charge of their games and entertainment. It never occurred to me that the glances might be derisory.
The name Francene could have been the reason I sailed through every life situation without snagging on rocky ground. By accepting what could have been a difficulty, I side-stepped to a happy life. I'd rather eat fruit than cake. Fruit represents reality, goodness and nature. Cake is made up of bits and pieces, constructed to form something to appeal to the taste.