"Wise guy, he not go against wind. In Chinese we say, Come from South, blow with wind-poom!-North will follow. Strongest wind cannot be seen
My mother imparted her daily truths so she could help my older brothers and me rise above our circumstances. We lived in. San Francisco's Chinatown. We lived on Waverly Place, in a warm, clean, two-bedroom flat that sat above a small Chinese bakery specializing in steamed pastries and dim sum.
We had gone to the annual Christmas party held at the First Chinese Baptist Church at the end of the alley. The missionary ladies had put together a Santa bag of gifts donated by members of another church. Vincent got the chess set
One day in the playground at the end of the ally I saw a group of men playing chess, this is where I met Lau Po. He taught me many different skills and it is thanks to him that I’ve gotten so far.
I’ve become very passionate about playing chess, and this was by those round me during matches I play undefeated. My mother sees this as the perfect opportunity to boast.
Lots of advantages arose from me playing chess, but I wasn’t content with how my way of life had become. I had to accompany my mother on Saturday market days when I had no tournament to play, I was her way to brag to others, one day I decided to tell her how I felt.
I rose up into the air and flew out the window. Higher and higher, above the alley, over the tops of tiled roofs, where I was gathered up by the wind and pushed up toward the night sky until everything below me disappeared and I was alone. I closed my eyes and pondered my next move.