DEMETRIA

It’s Wednesday, game night.

By 6:00 p.m., Papá and I were dressed and ready. Both of us proudly rocking Lakers jerseys like we’d been part of the franchise since birth.

Papá wore a classic gold LeBron James #23 jersey, tucked neatly into his jeans, as if this were some kind of formal event. He’d even styled his salt-and-pepper hair with extra gel, and his brand-new white sneakers practically squeaked with every step. If I didn’t know better, I’d think he was about to meet ...