It was a summer day in the 1900s. My mother headed to the hospital to have a little girl removed from her body. This was her third c-section and her last baby.

On July 26th at 7:50am a little baby girl came into the world. My mother was happy to hold her baby and finally meet her last child face to face.

As happy as she was, something was missing. She looked down at her daughter and couldn't quite find a name that fit her.

It was finally time for the new big brother, Joey, and big sister, Raquel, to meet their new baby sister. "What do we call her Mommy?", asked Raquel. My mother replied, "I am not quite sure, but the baby needs a name before we can go home."