My father named me 羽佳 (Yǔ Jīa).
The beauty of Chinese characters lies in its brevity and depth. My dad wants me to soar into the high sky with my own feathers, and to become someone who is sophisticated and capable. Yǔ is the musical note A in ancient China, which stands as a symbol for light and joy.
The second character, Jīa, means good. My dad came from a family of pain, poverty, and tragedy, but when he saw me smile for the first time, he knew that I was going to live a good, good life. Be good. Do good. Spread good. It is so simple yet encompassing of all.
The life I aspire to live is all encapsulated in my name.