THE 30TH ANNIVERSARY EVENT

The room fell into an eerie silence. The adults exchanged stunned glances, shocked at how perfectly Jimi—a five-year-old boy—played. I stood frozen, unable to move. I think even the blood stopped flowing through my veins in that moment.

“He plays… like music runs in his veins instead of blood,” Aster murmured, as stunned as everyone else.

Jimi finished the solo effortlessly, oblivious to the flood of memories he had unleashed inside me. He flashed a proud ...