Jun 08, 2010 17:42
It was, of course, Mommy who chose my name. She wanted something strong for me, the name of a hero or a leader. I was her precious son, her only child, and she wanted me to have the best name she could find for a child that would be her beloved one, her special, special boy.
Jason, she told me, is a name from Greek Mythology. The first Jason was a great man who had adventures and did heroic deeds. He had the strength that she wanted for me. She wanted me to grow up proud of who I was, proud to be her son, and she told me that Jason was a very fitting name for someone as special as I was.
I didn’t exactly grow up to be a hero. But I did grow up strong, and I know that Mommy, wherever she is now, still loves me and is proud of me. And I’ll always be special to her.
Words: 162
Muse: Jason Voorhees
Fandom: Friday the 13th