American Dream

I’m 25 years old, and I have only been with one person. I know that’s nothing to be ashamed of, but something inside me isn’t satisfied. My whole life I’ve been chasing a dream that isn't mine. The “American Dream” is something both of my Vietnamese parents so desperately wanted for me: to be at the top of the class, graduate with honors, attend one of the most prestigious universities, get a degree they could brag about, and marry the perfect boy from the perfect Asian family. Every expectation my parents set for me, I reached and surpassed. I was the model minority, the perfect child. I was doing everything right but it was not enough for me.

“Business or pleasure?” A voice interrupts my thoughts. I look to my right for the first time since the plane has departed and see big brown eyes staring back at me. As I observe the rest of the face, I notice a sly smile begin to form on the mouth that says, without waiting for my reply, “I’m here for pleasure.”

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