Butet is my nickname

They call me “butet”.
This is my nickname at home. Now, I’m 27 years old and they still call me butet.
Honestly, while I was a child, I really hated when my parents or my brothers and sisters called me ‘butet’, and very extremely hated if they called me like this in front of my friends. Too ugly for me I think..he..he…
But now, I love that name.
What…? Yes..I do.
I don’t know why, I feel at home, comfort and really safe if they called me butet. Also I would feel strange if they didn’t call me butet. Now, not only my parents, my brothers and sisters, but also my brothers and sisters in law call me butet, my nephews and my nieces too, my great big family call me butet....bou butet, tante butet....heheh but I feel good with this. I think that I have a special name in my family, precious name I think. It doesn’t matter if they’ll forget to call my real name.

“Butet” is a name for a baby girl in Batak ethnic, and “Ucok” is for a baby boy. So, why do my family still call me butet although I’m not a baby girl anymore, I’m growing up now?. Wow…I never though about it before, so I have to ask about it. I’ll call my mom after this he…he…

I wish, until I’m going old, be a wife, to be a mom they will still call me butet, “butet, eda butet, ‘bou butet, tante butet, butet...butet”, sounds beautiful. And may be God also calls me butet.? He..he…I’ll ask then.:)