In the picture, I'm holding an American flag that I was given to by the judge who signed the paperwork that made me American. To me, this flag represents the beginning of my American Dream. The American Dream is a narrative arc is very much like the Cinderella arc created by Kurt Vonnegut. My Cinderella arc had already begun when I waited to be adopted by my American parents in my Chinese orphanage. My Fairy Godmother was my adoption. My US Citizenship is my ball gown. And the flag I'm holding are my glass slippers. To me, this picture is like when the Fairy Godmother gave Cinderella her ball gown. My parents and the US government gave me a chance to live in America and enjoy its opportunities. Look at that Chinese baby waving an American flag. One would expect an American baby. But I'm no longer a Chinese orphan. I'm an American citizen and I have far more civil liberties than I would've had as a Chinese citizen.
The American Dream is a Cinderella arc that continues onto the next generations. My parents came from lower income families and worked their way up, just like Walt and Billie McCandless in Jon Krakauer's Into the Wild. Both of my parents came from lower income families and raised themselves up like Walt and Billie McCandless, who "had both known poverty when they were young and after struggling to rise above it saw nothing wrong with enjoying the fruits of their labor" and wanted their children to inherit their success. When my parents adopted me, they wanted me to be able to enjoy a more comfortable lifestyle than they did. Most importantly, however, they still want me to surpass their achievements. They want our family to continue its successful streak. Walt and Billie wanted the same and thought that giving McCandless a financially successful lifestyle and higher education would make him want the same goals as they did. My parents think this way, too. By adopting me, they gave me a chance at continuing their American Dream.
When I think about it, that Chinese kid in the picture could have been holding a Chinese flag in a Chinese house. She's in America now, get over it! It's a bigger deal than you would think. I consider the fact that I'm in America to be kind of ironic. America's democracy is supposed to protect our civil liberties more than China's dictatorship. China bans parents from having more than one child to keep its population stable. But this denies Chinese people a right to a larger family. Chances are that I was the illegal second child. It's arguable that the only reason I became an orphan and was subsequently put up for adoption was the restriction of civil rights in China through the One Child Policy. But my civil liberties are still in danger in America. I can be ejected from America under the Sedition Act, which has the right to deport individuals who "write, utter, or publish" words against the government that it deems "malicious, scandalous, and false." I myself consider it very funny that I came to America because of a violation of civil rights, while Americans could be ejected from America because of a different violation!
Regardless of civil liberties in China or America, I'm thankful to be here. I love my family and I want to make them proud. I'm proud to be American and I will continue living my parent's American Dream. This picture is the beginning of it.