When you're a kid, any little thing can hurt your feelings enough to stick with you through adulthood. For some of us there is one specific hurtful thing that continues to follow you decades later. That's what siblings are for!
When I was in first grade, we were asked to bring our favorite book to class. Excitedly, I looked through my shelf and chose a book that I had always loved called My Goodnight Book. Just like it sounds, it's about getting ready for bed and all the steps that a little girl goes through; brushing teeth, listening to a story, etc. But the best part is that my mom always said that the little girl in the book looked just like me.
Eager to share with my class, I brought the book to my mom in the kitchen where she was giving my brother and sister breakfast. She smiled at my choice and grabbed a Sharpie to write my name on the spine of the book.
Oh if it weren't for that Sharpie, maybe if she hadn't been listening to my younger sister whine, maybe if she had gotten a better night of sleep, maybe if I wasn't gabbing on and on about taking the book to school, maybe she wouldn't have accidentally switched the last letters in my name o-d-y to D-O-Y. Maybe then, I wouldn't forever be stuck with the ugliest nickname in the entire world.
Relentlessly my brother would tease me "Mom doesn't love you! She doesn't care if she spells your name wrong, DOY!"
I would cry and cry and tattle on my brother until it got so bad that my parents decided to start a "Doy jar." Into the jar went a dollar for every time he would call me by that name.
Unfortunately this did not break his habit, and year after year I lived with it.
Sometimes it was Doy-Doy, or Mel Doy, or just a loud DOY any time I would make a mistake or do something dumb.
This name has tormented me my entire life, thanks to my brother. Ive gotten used to it though by now, and I don't mind so much when he says it... I've come to realize that tormenting each other is what siblings are for.