What's In A Name?

Mom wanted to call me Mandy Leigh, but she named me Amanda. This notion of two names has run the gammut from no problem to slightly irritating to overwhelmingly maddening. It may not seem like a big deal, but for a shy girl having to speak up to teachers -  who always called out "Amanda?" at the beginning of the year - and tell them to just call me "Mandy," it was unnerving.
So I did the same thing for my children: all but one have a nickname that is a short version of their "given" name. Haha.
Anyway...
Upon entering this world of woes, my last name was one thing, five years later it was another, now 44 years later is yet another. I feel like I have lived three lives. Let's see, now if I were a cat that would mean I've got six more lives.
Anyway...
Kendra kept the same name her whole life. I still don't know why. I plan to find out more about her and her short life. I understand that shortly after her birth (and my birth father's departure from my life), she, her mother and my birth father traveled in a mobile home, probably in California.
Mom often wondered why there was no child support for my brothers and me. I guess Kendra and her mom needed the money.
Adultry has its way of messing things up.