Tomorrow never showed its face. Instead, that notion became five long days of waiting. With a young patient, I’d watch from a window as the day passed by. From a distance, the image of his shackled home reminded him of childhood. Years later, why were we confined and not freely roaming like we once did outside? Was this a sign that our innocence had died? I was told there was no need to fight such uncertainty anymore because when we left, I’d never again have to walk alone.