The Wall of Winnipeg and Me

by Mariana Zapata

“You’re scaring me,” after I got to my feet and started yelling at the ref for a shitty call made against Oscar, my little brother. But it was the way he made his eyes go wide during halftime and pretend to shrink even further away from me that made me laugh. “Who are you?” he deadpanned, which made me snicker. “What? I was the same way at your game yesterday.” Those black eyelashes hung low over his eyes. “Zac’s seen you?” I nodded. Aiden blinked. “I think I want my jersey back.” I blinked back. “Tough shit, sunshine. It’s mine now.”