Twenty-three years ago, my mom began searching for the perfect name for her first-born child.

She scoured large baby books that were full of both rare and popular names.

And whenever she found a name she liked, she would ask for the opinions of her 6 brothers and sisters. She trusted their judgment.

If there were any noses turned up at a name she chose, she would swiftly move on and keep searching.

I don't really like that name...

While watching an adventurous movie she loved called Willow, she discovered a new name.

One of the characters was a warm and kind dwarf named Kaya that helped save the main protagonist many times.