Little Room

Thank you little room, you've served me well
I'm sorry for all the nail polish, and the tea I've spilled
You've seen my secrets, you've seen my fears
My best friends, my tears
My love and lost encased inside these walls
A little girl grew up in here, but she's far too grown up to live here anymore

She didn't want to move. She had lived in Maryland for the past five years, and for a few years before that.
But every military child has to move at some point, and for Bianca, that was just too soon for her.