Kimberley. That's how my sister's real name is spelled - ey. Not just y. Everyone always spelled it with just a y and I think it bothered Kim more than we ever knew. When you're seven years old who could blame you for getting upset when someone misspells your name? At seven your name is all you've got so go ahead, I say, raise a little hell about the e.
And so when we were little, my sister and I used to like to check out all those displays that had merchandise with your name on it. We rarely ever bought anything. Just checking to see if our names were there. Jennifer, of course, was easy to find and usually either plentiful or sold out. Kim was a little less available but occasionally we'd find one. But Kimberley? Never. And that's why, when I saw this street name today, I just had to stop and take a picture for Kim. Perhaps this is the first thing other than her birth certificate that spelled her name "correctly" without having to correct it herself.
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