"Because he wants to go play," she would tell him.
By then, little Danny Acosta had zipped out the door, into the streets of Barrio Cabañas, where he would stay for hours and hours, his now signature left foot bare and on top of a makeshift soccer ball. A thousand miles away, Danilo Acosta's mind churned with worry, his stomach often in knots. He was so far from his family, from his son and couldn't help but wonder sometimes.
"You are talking about the most dangerous city in the world at that time," the elder Acosta said.