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.