So much has changed in the span of a year.
Last year, there was howling pain. This year, there is much-craved peace.
Last year, there was white uniform. This year, red-lined blouses and a black skirt hang in the closet.
Last year, there was uncertainty. This year, hope thrums in my veins as I look forward to the future.
Last year, there were teeth. This year, there are animals.
Last year, I was a child. This year, I became an adult.
Last year, I was lost, adrift. This year, I am finding myself.
tempus edax rerum – Latin: “time, devourer of all things”