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4pm, April 4^th: “Congratulation, it is a girl” said the doctor. As the word “girl” slipped, the Dad collapsed on the chair next to the Mom’s bed, with his face wrapped up in his hand. Nine months long, all he waited was a boy to carry the family’s name, to ….his career he built up from nothing himself, to train into a man that he trained himself into. As the little baby girl kept crying louder and louder in the doctor’s arm, the doctor’s eyes filled with puzzle, wandering back and forth between the couple. Suddenly, the man stood up, embraced his child and burst out laughing, “She has a big mouth.” The Mom cracked a smile and said “the next one will be a boy, hon.”

That girl is me. Since I started to acknowledge the world about me, it was set in my mind that I was a boy. I dressed like one. I acted like one. I even looked like one. Unfortunately, I was not one. Six years later, my mom’s pregnancy came, along with my realization of me being a girl and how upsetting it was. Having a brother was on my Christmas list and probably on my father’s too. The day Mom labored was blissful until the forbidden word “girl” popped up. Right that moment, one thing I was as sure as the sun was shining, was that Dad was devastated. And my life mission since then was to make Dad realized I could be anything he expected a boy to be.

However, Asia and its boys-worshipped tradition made it harder to accomplish my goal. All Dad ever saw in me was a girl who would grow up into a woman and apparently get marry and have kids. I am more worthy than that. It was when I decided that I got to archive something enormous. God answer my prayer by giving me a chance to be an exchange student in America where many women have become so successful over men. Dad did not want me to go. He explained that it was too dangerous for a girl to fly halfway around the world by herself, let alone to then live with strangers. The thing that pushed me over the edge was that he said he would not mind if I was a boy. Day after day, I persuaded him with evidence of me being strong and independent since I was a little such as I went to boarding school for a year when I was six; I woke up at 5 everyday to catch public bus to school when I was 12, I studied English by myself and still manage to get third place in city contest, and most of all I manage to find the opportunity to study abroad as an exchange student by myself. At last he was convinced by my determination.

Now, as I am in America, Dad is so proud of me, of my courage to overcome not only language barrier but also culture barrier. However, I am not content with what I have archived now. I wanted to be the one to take care of my parents when they grew old, the one to protect and take care of my sister, the one to take over his career, the one to stay strong when everyone is weak(mentally), in a word, a woman image of Dad. I believe I already have a jet and college education is the fuel to get to my island of success and beyond, where dad will realize blessed the man who has a daughter.