Heaven on earth

A backpack of sweaty clothing uncomfortably on my shoulders,
I walk up the hill of this quiet quaint college student neighborhood.
Through the humid night the street lights hazily glimmer.
I turn the corner and come up to the house where my apartment is to see
My Sifu's older brother, his wife, Kelly my eight (or is it nine?) year old student, her mother (King Yi), and the Mother of Win King enjoying the night air.

"Sifu's here." Kelly's mom throws out eyeing Kelly.
"Adam....will you fix my violin?" Kelly stand up.
"Are you getting taller Kelly?"
More talk is thrown out and I make my way upstairs to drop off my crap. I come back down with two popsicles Grace,(my girlfriend) had given me awhile back.
I'll make sure there okay to eat before giving one to Kelly. What kind of popsicles were these anyway? I hope they don't have any form of Dairy product in them.
I step over Kelly.
"Where's August?" I ask. August is Kelly's older brother.
"August is around." says mom.
"See?" Kelly is pointing across the street to their house. "He's in there. wait no... Now see over there."

He's being called on the phone. He must have heard us.
"Kelly's eating pospicles...."King Yi, mom, says, "Your so fat you don't get a popsicle." There is one left.
"Tell him to bring the violin over when he comes here"
"Okay." says King Yi, "If you bring the violin over than there will be a popsicle for you.

August cmes over with the violin strapped to his back like a Guitar. In fact from a distance, my poor eyesight thinks he's brought the Guitar. After a bit of shouting about violins guitars and watching out for cars while crossing the street. He is over here with a popsicle himself. I had gotten my violin in the meantime, and Grandpa, or my Master Uncle, has put a new E string on the violin.
I grab August belly as he sits there.
"Hey! It's myyyy fat belly not yourrrr fat belly okay?"
"Whose fat belly?" says King Yin as she grabs it too.
August is by no means fat. But compared to the Chinese bone and muscle eight year old that had been doing Kung Fu all weekend long (However lazily) His newly lazier eleven year old body was indeed chubby in comparison.

I brought out my violin and start playing the Love Song of Kangdang. Uncle's wife sings along. I don't really have spce to play, and then I have to give Uncle an A.

Kelly's violin is stringed and tuned. Cantonese Opera music is coming out of it. Impressive, but sometimes harshly slightly out of tune. And that violin's sound is a piece of crap which doesn't help. But the night is nice and to the kids the skill of Uncle is very Impressive.
"Can you do that?" they ask me.

What songs do you know?

I begin playing that famous song from Beyond. The one Ka Kui sang in Japan and then fell off the stage and died. King Yi starts singing along.

Suddenly Uncle breaks into the song like a bull with overpowering Cantonese opera. August Kelly and King Yi burst into laughter. Win King's mom quietly chuckles. She is quiet.
She had gone through Chemo a few years earlier and still looks frail.

After the quick notes end, I resume the song where I had left off and then a little while later, Uncle crashes in again oblivious to my playing. The kids burst into laughter again. This happens several more times.

Suddenly my phone rings. It is Grace.