God's little Soldier: Written By Leah Davis

Hello, my name is Leah. Welcome to my story! I hope you have a strong stomach, cause this story is a lot to digest. Let's begin! I was born on August 23rd, 1998 at 5:43 AM. My mother's name was Kristi Hall. She was a single mother raising three kids the best she could. Yeah, we had financial problems, but Mama did her best. I remember the house we used to live in. it was a big yellow house with a steep and slanted roof. it was on the East side of Grand Rapids, Michigan. Sometimes mama would drop us off at someone's house for a few hours while she went to work. mama did everything she could to make sure her kids were happy. she allowed us to go outside and explore the street and the neighborhood. She would give us some money and allow us to go to the candy store together, just my older siblings and me. I don't know why, but I felt secure when my siblings were around. I looked up to my older siblings like they were Gods and I was this peasant. Jeremy was the oldest. He was born on October 20th, the same birthday as our mom. Sara was born on November 4th. She was the second oldest, and she was like a second mom to me. She was good at looking after kids, and she did a great job looking after me when Mama wasn't around. They looked out for me like I was their baby, and nothing had harmed me when they were around. we were close, and I loved that. we each looked out for each other, and we all stayed happy, no matter what situation we were in. Jeremy and Sara both had strong backbones, and I, well I was the softie. I felt the bond we had was untouchable and unbreakable. She knew how to keep me calm and happy. Sometimes our real mama would sleep the day away for a few hours, and we kept quiet while she slept. one day while Mama was sleeping, Sara backed the car out of the driveway, and I was in the passenger seat! I don't know we didn't crash but we didn't and thank God for that! I was mischievous when I was younger. Once a but a rubber band inside Jeremy's ear. the only way was to get it out from the hospital, and thats what we did. I was curious! mama didn't care when we ate, if we were hungry, go ahead and get something, just don't make a mess! I would eat a box of cereal twice, and Mama didn't care. another thing I did was, every morning, I would wake up from our room and go and sleep with our mother in her room. she was warm, and I enjoyed that. as long as I was with her, I knew I was safe and secure. This woman is my hero! I don't care if she did drugs, none of that matters, she gave birth to me, and raised me to be tue best person i can be! Another thing Mother did was get us our pets! I don't know how, but it was a big surprise! Jeremy and I got kittens, and Sara got a puppy. it didn't last long, but I learned and took it to heart, not to mistreat animals. I was too young to handle a kitten. I didn't feed her as much as I should have. she was a grey kitten with dark stripes. I know I was too young to remember, but I do! One thing that makes us stand out, we have a mental disability called FAS, fetal alcohol Syndrome. It's not contagious, but more like a learning disability. like there are some things my brain won't understand, no matter how hard I try. For example, I don't understand Long math, I don't understand integers in math, where we have to show our work. I don't understand positive numbers and negative numbers, where I have to divide, multiply, and carry all at once. There's a lot I do understand though. I can do multiplication, division, adding ,subtracting, I can do that, and many more I'm just a slower learner, but eventually, I will get it. I'm the type that needs a little more patience. You can only get FAS if your mother was drinking alcohol with you in the womb. It's not contagious, and you can't catch it. but there's no treatment or cure for FAS, that's the worst part. I know I have FAS, but sometimes I feel like I don't. I was told by many to use my FAS as a "getaway card" I'm not going to lie, it does sound cool to do, but it feels wrong to do that as well. and my heart says so. despite my disability, I'm healthy and alive and I have a God to thank.