Once upon a time, my mom discovered she was pregnant with me. Like most (almost all) mothers, she started picking out baby names for me, the little unborn child. She decided on Afton. My grandma talked her out of it, and I got named Morgan.
Twenty and a half years later, I am sitting here at work, minding my own business. A young couple is standing across the hall staring at me. I smile politely. The girl asks me "Is your name Afton?"
I shake my head. "No, it's Morgan."
The girl's husband replies "Oh...You look like an Afton."
This made me wonder, in some alternate reality, did my mom name me Afton? And if so, how is that going for me/her?
Anyway, had to share that.