P R O D I G Y

PRODIGY I grew up. At Chung Hyejin’s violin studio, a buried low-rise Wan Chai tower, I brought my teacher a paper doily the day I was to leave Hong Kong for fifteen years I have played the instrument painstakingly, I wrote my Korean name, haphazardly, I scribbled my English name, and in tiny letters my Chinese name. My violin all packed up for the international flight I knew I was meant to…