Chess player Wesley So met his mother Lotis Key in a Christmas story like no other

Though it was only later that I came to know of her true greatness, meeting Mother Teresa was one of the most establishing experiences of my life, says Key

“This is my mother,” Wesley So introduces Lotis Key to this correspondent during an interview with The Hindu at the National Library in the city.

Until nine years ago, Mr. So, one of the world’s leading chess players, hadn’t even met Ms. Key, who has worn multiple hats in her life, including those of an actor, novelist, horse-trainer, and worker at an orphanage. She is now not just Mr. So’s adoptive mother, but his manager as well.

She is delighted to be in Kolkata again, for the Tata Steel Chess India tournament. It was here she met one of the inspirations of her life, Mother Teresa, decades ago, when she came from the Philippines as a teenager, as part of a school trip.

“Though it was only later that I came to know of her true greatness, meeting her was one of the most establishing experiences of my life,” Ms. Key says. “So whenever I come to Kolkata, I try to visit the Mother House [of the Missionaries of Charity]. Now Wesley also accompanies me there and he too likes it very much.”

It was during a Christmas season, like this one, that Mr. So entered her life. “Nobody in my family plays chess, but my older sister once hosted Bobby Fischer (the man who revolutionised chess) and the younger one dated Eugene Torre (Asia’s first Grandmaster) at college,” Ms. Key says. “I met Wesley at the house of one of my husband’s friends in Minnesota, where Wesley was staying at the time as he didn’t have money for a hotel. He was a student at the time and was making some money by playing tournaments.”

She recalls she felt a connection right away with Mr. So, who had come to the United States after being estranged from his family in the Philippines. “I felt this boy needed help and he seemed very lost,” Ms. Key says. “He knew nobody and had come to America with just one suitcase.”

Later that week, a text message came from Mr. So to the only mobile phone in Ms. Key’s family. It said: “Can I spend Christmas with your family?”