- - - - - 15 YEARS AGO - - - - -
“Last one home is a sore loser!” Wes shouted and started paddling his bike, leaving a trail of dust behind for his sister, Willa.
“Not fair, Wes!” Willa screamed. “You’re cheating!”
She was still sitting on the grass, drinking from her juice box, when Wes got up and rode away.
“Ha-ha, you’re a sore loser!” he taunted her, speeding off.
“Whatever,” she muttered under her breath.
It was a lovely summer afternoon in June, and seven-year-old Willa wasn’t ready to go home just yet. She was enjoying herself at the park, which was only a stone’s throw away from her grandmother’s house in the Bronx. Her parents were busy at work, so she was spending a lot of her summer days with her grandmother. Her nana was watching the park from the hous
