I had always thought you would remain so cheerful and sunny.
But after entering junior high school, everything changed. No one made fun of my teeth anymore, since they had straightened out after shedding the baby teeth, and weren't so prominent. However, your name became the butt of everyone's joke; everyone mocked your name with malicious words.
Since then, I rarely saw your cheerfulness and smile. You gradually became silent and reclusive, hardly speaking and seldom lifting your head.
You told me that you hated your name, that you deeply resented your parents for giving you such an ugly name.
But I never thought that way.
I never felt there was anything difficult to pronounce about your name; to me, it was the name of a hero, a name that made me proud and filled me with admiration for the classmate sitting beside me. No matter how many times you ask, I always think it's as brave a name as Ultraman Tiga.