My name, Erica, is simply the female version of my father's name Eric. When I picture my name, I see shades of orange. Orange stands for the strength and power of red, but the joy and happiness of yellow. The sound of my name, however, is much more precious than any memory or moment I can experience. For when the word Erica is said, I hear Eric; the name of my father, grandfather, and brother. Three men that have inspired me to be who I am. My name, Erica, gives me a strong desire to put forth great effort to do something noteworthy and
My name, Erica, is simply the female version of my father's name Eric. When I picture my name, I see shades of orange. Orange stands for the strength and power of red, but the joy and happiness of yellow. The sound of my name, however, is much more precious than any memory or moment I can experience. For when the word Erica is said, I hear Eric; the name of my father, grandfather, and brother. Three men that have inspired me to be who I am. My name, Erica, gives me a strong desire to put forth great effort to do something noteworthy and