His eyes darted between the cars passing down the neighborhood street, the glow of the evening sun casting shadows on the grass. With each passing car, Solomon grew impatient waiting for his father, Andy Solomon, to get home from work. Solomon sat on the window sill, which was about a foot off the ground, his basketball resting next to him. He was 4, yet there weren’t many things on his mind once the sun started setting. When the sun set, it was time to shoot hoops with his dad.