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Office of Vital Statistics
Certification of Birth
Georgia
Name: Ashford, Leah
State File No: [REDACTED]
Date of birth: 1998, October 13th
Sex: Female
Place of birth: Kings County, Georgia
Certificate number: [REDACTED]
Date filed: 1998, October 14th
Date issued: 1998, October 15th
Mother’s maiden name: Ashford, Lucia
Father’s name: [REDACTED]
WARNING: [REDACTED]
Signature: Lucia Ashford, [REDACTED]
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“Why is all my information redacted?” asked the young curly-haired girl.
“Well, dear sis,” Jacobus said with his usual (high) dramatic flair, “Mom doesn’t want us to know anything about Papà.”
“But why?” asked Leah. “He’s fun when he comes back from his adventures.”
Jacobus looked away from his younger counterpart briefly before setting the pile of documents they had found in the dusty garage of their small, one-story, crappy house while cleaning, crouching down to the 5-year-old's level. He didn’t clean much cause neither Leah nor he were that messy, but when he was high, he liked to spend ‘quality time’ with his little sister by cleaning up around the house with her. “Well, Cherry… Mamma doesn't like those adventures. Especially how long those adventures are.”
“But Mamma has adventures too. Really long ones. Like Papà.”
Jaco nodded before replying as if thinking about his words more carefully, “Yes, she does.”
Leah raised an eyebrow. “So why doe-” then she was cut off by Jacobus’s large hand ruffling her hair “Hey!”
Jacobus smiled and stood up straight. “C’mon, Cherrybomb, it's getting late. You’ve got bedtime, remember? Even on the weekends.”
The kid just rolled her eyes before helping him put away the little mess they had made. Once they were done, Jacobus grabbed Leah and slung her over his shoulder playfully before making his way into the main home and carrying her to her bedroom.
“Hey! Put me down!” Leah whined before Jacobus dropped her on her bed, startling the sleeping kitten on the pillow. “Jaco! You woke up Salam!”
Jacob laughed before heading over to the door. “He’s fine. And you are too, so just go to bed, alright. Enough whining.” He said before flicking the lights off, leaving the only thing illuminating the room an old nightlight near her bed, “Night, Cherry.”
Leah nodded as she tucked herself under the covers, snuggling next to her black kitten. “Goodnight, Jaco.”
Jaco smiled and closed the door before heading to the living room to continue taking his edibles.
Later that night, their mother came home, much to Jacob's dismay. She basically hated them, and he hated her, too. Leah was too young to understand. For all she knew, her mom would go on adventures and bring home pirates with her most of the time. This time was different, though. Lucia threw her purse down onto the coffee table, thrashing around violently. "FUCK! GODDAMNIT!"
Jaco stood up from the couch quickly. "What!? What is wrong with you this time, woman?!
"SHUT THE FUCK UP, JACOBUS! I'M PREGNANT!" she screamed before falling to her knees, hiding her face in her hands. "I'm pregnant!" she cried
Her son stood frozen for a moment before carefully making his way over to her to comfort her. As much as he hated his mother, she was still his mother."Mom, please calm down, you're gonna wake up Leah."
"SO WHAT?! WHO CARES IF THAT BRAT WAKES UP!? I'M PREGNANT! Get off me, I need a cig."
"Mom, are you crazy! You can't smoke! You're pregnant!" He protested as she pushed him away.
"Who cares? This child's just gonna be another pain in the ass moth to feed just like the rest of you," she hissed as she snatched her bag off the table to look for a cigarette.
Jacob froze before scoffing, "It's not like you feed us anyway! You leave for days! Even weeks on end! When you are here, I have to take Leah to Giovanni's place cause you bring home these hobos who destroy the place, then you just leave again to blow all of our money in fucking Vagus or something!" he retorted, "You are sick to me, you damn drunk! Go straight to hell!"