Casemera Bucaycay arrived at the immigration office. She was excited to be in America, for a chance to work, and send money back home. Casemera had aspirations to be a fashion designer because she was the best sewer in her ili. The Donas of her ili would thank her for the beautiful kimonas she designed and embroidered.
As Casemera sat in the chair, the Caucasian immigration officer said, "Okay, Miss Cays-mera Bu-kay-kay, can you tell me how old you are?"
"Excuse me sir," she replied, "my name is Casemera Bucaycay. I am 27 years old."
"Pardon me, Ms. Bukay-kay..."
"No, Bu-cay-cay," she replied.
"Well, miss.. Bu-whatever.. Your name is difficult to say. We may have to adjust it, since you are in America."
Perplexed at the language limitations of the immigration officer, she decided to give into his request and take an inspiring name."
"Okay then, call me.. Cashmere Bouquet!"
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