“Made in China?”

Yes.
Yes, me.
I was made in China.

Even now, the voices remain.
The conversations that have yet to happen, going on and on.
The distinct tones, rhythms, inflections of their voices. The vibrations, pulse. Mannerism.

I must have been listening to these voices since before I was born.

“Antigonish loved Tong’s performance! Beyond her incredible talent as a pianist, we loved her wise, heartfelt introductions to the repertoire. It was a truly engaging concert.” -Norine Verberg

“Astounding performance! So much physical strength and introspective intellect. Her playing was flawless and full of articulated tone that I've never heard before. Thoroughly enjoyable! -Bill Carpenter

I see.
Of course.
It's so simple. So simple.
All the contradictions, complexities, paradoxes, doubts, sacrifices, costs, 'why's' aside -
Simply, simply:
It's love.
It's because of love.
Because at the core. In its purest, most honest, blatant form:
It's because of love.
Because, ultimately, simply - we love it. We love it so much.
God dammit. Strip away everything. And still:
I love piano. So much. So much.
I love playing piano.
I really really love playing piano.