yikes

For many years, the last name of my name has always been a mystery. Many stories surround our last name and it seems noone in my family has the right answer. This confusion had built up after my grandfather had passed away, leaving us all eager to know what the heck our name was. Over this summer my family and I had gone down to Texas for a family reunion, all was going well and of course the question had come into play, “What’s our last name?”, the story goes, my great great grandfather had committed a crime and had fled to the states to Texas because at the time it was full of Mexicans with the last name Martinez, so he too had switched our last name which once was Nava, but I had also found out about another name that sounds like “I want a hot dog”… Very typical but yet interesting and always funny, when it comes to talking about this mystery. My first name on the other hand is a French/ Scottish descendant, when I asked why they chose Hector; it was because my dad wanted to pass down the same name. It’s been said that I have a long list of background nationalities and somehow it seems to keep building.