Yesterday Gunner was fictitious.
Tomorrow I won't care.
Yesterday Rroma was my destabilizer.
Today she's my anchor.
Yesterday I didn't even dream of the East baby breathing.
Yesterday the East preteen was just someone shy and the tween someone with a hard shell.
Today I could swear by their eyes, hands, smiles, tummies and feet.
Yesterday the tents didn't exist.
Tomorrow they're my grad.