Domino Sundays
SUNDAY IS DOMINO day for my abuelo and his friends. I watch them play at the corner park. One day, maybe I’ll join the game.
Abuelo knocks on my bedroom door. “Ready, Yolanda?” he asks.
“Si!” I say.
Abuelo hands me the long, wooden box that holds the fichas, the domino tiles. “Today is a special day. I have a new partner.”
“Who?” I ask.
“You’ll see.”
I wonder who Abuelo’s new partner is as we walk along the shady sidewalk. Abuelo has
