Summary
My name is Cheng Nian. I’m the middle child.
The day we had a fingerprint lock installed, everyone took turns registering their fingerprints. When my turn came, Mom waved me off. We’d do mine later.
For two years, I’d kept a six-digit code in my head.
Three hours before the provincial competition finals, I stood outside our front door and entered it three times. Red lights, every time.
I called Mom. She was at a class with my sister.
I called Dad. He was at dance practice with my brother.
Crouching in the hallway, I suddenly found it all almost funny.



