Because she thought I was blind, she would order me to massage her feet and bring her towels. If she felt the slightest dissatisfaction, she would deny me food, sleep, or even entry into the house. When my year there ended and I stepped across the threshold to leave, she set off firecrackers in celebration. The sound of those crackers pierced my heart like needles. I was filled with rage and sorrow, finally understanding what it meant to be truly discarded. In the following years, I was met with nothing but contempt at every house. They looked at me as if I were a piece of trash. While their words weren't always foul, their gestures and behavior made it clear they considered me a burden. Amidst this cold treatment, I mastered every skill my master had taught me, and the power hidden within me began to stir. Yet, my master had strictly forbidden me from using it, for the moment I did, the truth would be revealed—that I wasn't blind.