My name is Mervin. My mother gave me my name. She had apparently seen a beautiful boy named Mervin on a trip to England. “Henrik,” she said “if we have another son I would like to name him.” she told my father. “Very well, Emma” he replied. It was my father who had actually named my brother, Herman. I came into this world two years after this dialogue. My mother was lying down in her hospital bed and I was there beside her, all bundled up. She cuddled me warmly saying, “Mervin, my darling, welcome to the world”.
