The lineage
The Founder.
Not a CV. A lineage. The reason the dojo exists.
She was raised to be small.
Polite. Pleasant. Pre-apologetic.
She said sorry for the weather. For the silence. For the seat she was already sitting in.
Then one day she did not.
She noticed how often she folded — at the desk, at the table, in the doorway, in her own sentences.
And she got bored of folding.
So she began to train.
Three minutes. Then three more. Then a year of three minutes.
She stopped softening her asks. Stopped explaining her no. Stopped shrinking when the room got loud.
She built the dojo she could not find.
Qong Foo is what she practised.
QueenQong is who she became.
She is not the teacher.
She is the first student who never stopped.
We do not give the space back.