God's little Soldier

I was born at Blodgett Hospital on Sunday, August 23rd at 5:43 A.M. My mother named me La'Shae. There was no father in our life. I don't know how my mom did it, but she raised 3 well-mannered children all on her own. I wasn't the only child, for I had an older brother and an older sister. Their names were Jeremiah and Sarah. I will admit, were a handful to take care of. Mother made sure we were taken care of. She made sure we are, had clothes on our backs, and had shoes on our toes. We were financially unstable. But I remember, living in a yellow house on the East side of Grand Rapids, Michigan. We lived there for quite a while. I remember her surprising us with our pets, it's why I love animals to this day. Sarah had a puppy, and Jeremiah, and I had kittens. Mine was a grey tabby with dark stripes. Those were the good days. I had a routine, I would wake up, nibble on some dry cereal, go cuddle up with Mama in her bed, and fall back asleep til it was time to get up. Being a kid means making mistakes. I made huge mistakes. One day, curiosity killed the cat. I ended up sticking a rubber band down my brother's ear. We ended up in the hospital. That's all I remember.