One period before the meeting, I hurriedly wrote down some stuff about how going to college in the United States would fulfill a long-standing dream my Pops had had. How he’d mouthed, “Get an education, Javi, do it for me,” just before he took his last breath. How a star had then streaked across the sky, making it clear to me that this request was something I could not ignore. It was my first real attempt at playing with the truth.
