My dad, for reasons unknown now, called me Sanni and it stuck as I grew up. When I started high school, I felt I needed a name that fit me better. Sandi was what I decided on and that is how everyone knows me now.
Before my Dad passed away, when I would talk to him, he would still call me Sandra or Sanni and that always touched me. My Dad was very special to me. I miss him.
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