The American Dream (Complete) Author: Unknown

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I am a 21-year-old Filipino man living in a small town in the United States. I really don't know how to describe this kind of life. I can only say that my life is as despicable as a pile of "dog shit". This kind of life is indeed terrible, but I can't turn back now, because it was all my own choice. In any case, I have fulfilled my wish and come to the United States, the most civilized country on earth, which I have longed for for a long time. Moreover, I seem to have accepted this kind of life. You could say that I am completely numb.

Let me first talk about the 40-year-old woman who brought me to the United States. Her name is Mary. Although she is 19 years older than me, she used to be my wife. Even though she has now abandoned me like a piece of dog shit under her shoe and is living with Tony, a purebred American man in his forties, although she is still deeply ashamed that I was once her husband, in any case, she is still the only wife I have ever had in my life. Mary, while not conventionally beautiful, was voluptuous and sexy, with blond hair and the typical arrogance of Caucasians. I met her two years ago at a university in my home country, the Philippines, where she was a foreign teacher. My story began with her.

That year, I was a junior in college. Although I was rather short, I was considered one of the more handsome guys in school—fair-skinned, tall, and seemingly refined and cultured. Some girls initially liked me, but because my family was poor and I couldn't even afford to treat them to a meal, they stopped contacting me after a couple of days. Actually, I didn't want to marry a girl from China because I'd always wanted to go abroad, which was the most important reason I chose to major in a foreign language. The first two years of college were uneventful, and my dream of going abroad became increasingly distant as my understanding of society and money deepened, until Mary, my foreign teacher, appeared.

To be honest, I thought she was quite ordinary. She was older, slightly overweight, and her looks were only average, plus she had that typical American arrogance. But because she was the first American I had ever met, I couldn't help but feel a strange sense of admiration for her. So when other boys spoke ill of her, I always remained silent. In class, she always liked to ask me questions, and I looked at her with gentle eyes and answered with respect and politeness, which was probably why she liked me.

I was always very respectful to her. After class, I would be the first to erase the blackboard she left behind, and before class, I would rush to clean her desk. And when I did these things, I would always try to let her know that I did them, so she was very satisfied with me and trusted me. Before long, my classmates started calling me a "foreign slave" behind my back. One day, my roommate sarcastically said to me, "I heard she's still single. Didn't you want to go abroad? Go after her, maybe she can take you with her." I suddenly had an inspiration; this might really be my chance.

On Saturday afternoon, I waited for almost an hour downstairs at Mary's apartment building before she finally appeared. She was wearing a large t-shirt and denim shorts, carrying a large bag of things, just coming back from outside.

"What are you doing here?" she asked me with a smile.

"Nothing..."

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