I grew up as a weak little boy, raised by my parents in a normal way, but I was different. I didn't know how to fight, and I had no outstanding talent. This made me an easy target for bullying. Day after day, I endured their taunts and jeers, blaming myself for not being able to defend myself.
Everything changed one day when my father went on a business trip and my mother fell ill. She refused to tell my father, not wanting to worry him on his big day. With my sister unable to cook, I took it upon myself to learn. I had watched my mother cook countless times, so I grabbed the knives and casserole, determined to help.
Despite cutting myself, burning myself, and making a mess, I managed to prepare a dish. When my mother tasted it, she smiled through tears and told me it was delicious. It wasn't perfect, but it was my first step. She asked me how I learned, and I simply said, "By watching you, Mom."
This moment sparked a realization. If I could learn to cook just by watching, could I learn other things too? I tested my theory by watching self-defense videos. The next day, when the bullies came, I applied what I had learned. They ran to the teacher, and I got scolded, but it was worth it.
As I grew older, I watched martial arts, learning their techniques. I discovered I could learn anything just by watching. I kept this talent to myself, using it to quietly grow and develop skills that would one day surprise even myself.