At the start of my first class while on exchange in China, my teacher called my name from the roll.
“Here!” I responded.
“Ah,” he smiled, “That’s a nice sounding name.”
There was no pause at my name with a hesitant attempt to pronounce it. There was no need for me to hastily jump in with my preferred Anglo-sounding name. There was no light-hearted teasing that sometimes occurred for the way my name was transliterated. For the first time in my life, my first name was so casually used in my daily life. It was also the first time my name was actually complimented… and it felt kind of nice to accept it.