I sit and watch my 14 year old daughter doing maths. my heart breaks that she can´t take 4 from 5 without using her fingers. I sit and watch her reading her homework, and realise that she reads like an 8 year old. I sit and watch her pick the skin off her feet, and know she won´t limp with the pain of her wounded foot. I sit and watch her, like a swimmer out of her depth, when she´s confronted with girls her own age. I sit and watch her come towards me, head down, so that no one will notice her FAS face. I sit and watch her, arms crossed over her chest, to hide the signs of womenhood on a body out of sinc with her brain. I sit and watch her, standing alone, watching other kids having fun. and then... I sit and watch her complete a horse riding event, where girls older without FASD are disqualified. I sit and watch her get 11th Place from almost 50 competitors, and my heart swells with pride. I sit an watch the smile on her face, as a Rosette is pinned on her Pony, and I want to shout out loud, "That is MY wonderful daughter!