The Cake is a Lie and SO IS MY LIIIIIIIIFE.

Yes, I once feel for that line, "Did you know that gullible is not in the dictionary?"

Then again, I think that one is supposed to believe whatever your parents told you by default.

Like when my mom went go to get her tubes tied, and when my dad took me and my sister to the hospital to visit my mom recovering in the hospital, he explained to us that she was there because they had more than enough dealing with the two of us. (I do believe that)

Or even when I wanted to believe that when I asked for a brother on my third birthday, and instead got a sister almost a year later because of it (I figured I couldn't be picky), my dad told me the reason my sister came about was because my uncle, who stayed for quite some time with us finally left, they "celebrated." It was something similar to how I came about; my parents reunited after getting married in the Philippines and my dad going to the US to get his citizenship to petition for my mom to come stateside two years later.

So it's very reasonable for me to believe when my dad told me that I was named after my mom was because they were expecting a boy, but when I came out a girl, they didn't know what to call me, so they just named me after my mom.

It wasn't until 27.5 years after the fact that I bring up that conversation with my mom and she gave me this look as if I was crazy. "No, he wanted to name you either Corazon or Patricia. There's already a Patricia, so might as well name you after me."

...

...and all this time, I had believed what my papa told me.

That explains why he never told me what they planned my name to be, had I actually came out a boy.