My name is Irene. It is pronounced [e-rhen-eh] in Spanish. It was my grandmother’s name. Before I was born, my father and his brother agreed that whichever one of them had a daughter first could name their daughter their mother’s name. My father was the first to have a daughter and not a son, so they named me, Irene. When I was younger it used to upset me to have my grandmother’s name. I thought it was rude for my parents not to come up with a name that not already used by someone in the family. As I grew up, I started to appreciate my name and the strong person I was named after. I do not have a common name and I like that. I like that when I meet people, many say that it is a beautiful name and that someone in their family once had that name. My name is Irene and I think it is a beautiful name.