My father loved me when he was alive and love him a lot as well. Several years after my father's death. My daughter was born. I called her Myles, the name from my father. However, my family warned me a lot because her name was too masculine（男性化的）. They were worried that my daughter might dislike this name when she grew up.
Years later. when I felt my daughter was old enough to understand, I explained to her one day, "Your name is very special. I named you after my own father because I love him so much. I think he would be proud of you.
Myles thought carefully about this and then she said," I know all about that, mum. I love him too. But I don't understand why my grandfather had a girl's name"
