Writing Prompt - Give Something A Name

I think and I swaddle. Holding this newly born child in my hands. She screams unknown words that are probably translated into something like, “ fucking feed me I’m tired.” She is a ball of wit and happiness. With a most likely genetically altered brain, I know she will grow up with the sadness I have been haunted with my whole life, just as my mother before me. I will teach her how to cope. The healthy way. Unlike her own mother. What do I name this creation? This piece of my soul? I name her after myself. I give my heart to her. I give her life. I give her my name. And in return she gives me her father’s eyes, her grandfather’s nose, and my sister’s cheeks. I give her my name and she gives me my life.