Joy sat quietly on the sofa, playing by herself. Sean Donovan walked over, picked her up, and carried her to the piano in the living room, saying softly,
"Joy, come on. Let's play some piano!"
The moment she was seated at the piano, a bright light sparked in Joy's normally calm, large eyes. She sat obediently on his lap, her small hands reaching out to dance across the keys alongside his fingertips. Though she was far too young to recognize a single note, every sound she played was miraculously in tune. Anyone with a musical ear listening closely would discover that she was, in fact, composing a beautiful, original melody.
Sean Donovan had discovered her extraordinary talent by chance. He had taken Joy and Anna to a Western-style restaurant for dinner, and a pianist was playing an elegant piece nearby. He noticed her staring at the musician, her big eyes unblinking.
