I do not want. First, it was my turn to name the baby (my husband named our daughter) and second, I couldn’t stand my stepfather. I know he wasn’t much of a villain at heart, but he was an obnoxious swashbuckler, know-it-all. He was one of those guys who thought every waitress and checkout girl flirted with him, he thought he could tell me how to cook dishes from my culture because he once ate them in my home country. parents in the 70s, he never once saw my father without reminding him how much more money he (my father-in-law) was making and how, unlike my father, he paid for school fees and costs. marriages of his children. He read a short magazine article about the work I do and then thought he knew more about my work than I did.
