What is in MY name?!

I have asked my parents where my name has come from and they have given me clueless leads onto where my name came from.  It sounds like a Thai name but I’m not even Thai.  I want to say my parents were crazy and reckless teenagers who gave birth to this accidental baby.  They told me it meant alcohol, they told me it was after some movie actor whom I could never find, and anything a parent could tell a child as an excuse to not give away the answer. Anyway, I like my name because it’s unique and nobody in America has my name.  The best part about my name is that people will call me “SARA” when my name is “SURA.”  I am a MAN; there is nothing feminine about my name or the fact that I have no resemblance to a woman.  There is no better name for me than what my parents have given me because it is what they chose for me and it’s something you should hold special to yourself.  Since I do not have a middle name, my last name comes from generations of my clan.  Yangs have been traced back to both the Hmong and Chinese and particularly the dynasty where the Yang’s were famous spearmen who protected the emperor.  For the Hmong part of the Yang’s, we have a belief that if we were to consume and digest any organic hearts from any animate objects, we will become blind.  Story goes, there was a child who was blind and stood beside a cooking pot that held the stove to be sacrificed to our ancestors.  When the Yangs could not find the heart, they blamed the boy for stealing the heart and used the child’s heart as an offering.  When they found the heart within the cooking pot, the parents of the boy cursed the Yang family and thus we cannot eat any hearts.  Going on about how I live with my name I do not know but for one thing, I do not have trouble having my name confused with anyone else because my name is unique and sounds differently from any American name.  Living within a Caucasian community, my Asian name is very distinct and even if I were to move back into a Hmong community, only I have my pride in my lonely name. I’m glad I’m Sura Yang.