“Momma! Where are you?” I closed the front door to my mother’s two-story home. It’d been a long-ass day and my feet were tired, but my family always made me forget all that. I left my backpack on the couch in the living room and walked down the hall to the kitchen. My mom and daughter played Scrabble at the table. From the score sheet, it looked like Sherie was ahead, as usual. My girl was smart.
“Hi, Daddy! I’m winning!” Sherie liked to gloat when she had a sure thing.
I kissed her on the cheek and said, “I see that. Momma, you lettin’ her win again?” I walked to the other side of the table and gave my mom a hug.
“Absolutely not! She’s a shark, just like you were when you were little.”
I sat in one of the chairs and waited for the inevitability of my daughter’s victory. Once they were
