American Dream (Need article)

Author: Orineyre
Word count: 66268
I’m a 21 year old Filipino guy living in a small town in America and I really don’t know what to do
How to describe this kind of life, I can only say that I live like a pile of “shit”. It’s a bad life indeed,
But I can’t look back, because all of this is my own choice, no matter what, I have realized my dream.
My own wish, to come to the United States, the most civilized country on earth, which I have longed for, and, for this kind of
Life, I seem to have resigned to my fate, it can be said that I am completely numb.

Let me talk about the 40-year-old woman who brought me to the United States first. Her name is Mary, although she is 19 years older than me.
, was once my wife, even though she has now abandoned me like a piece of shit under a shoe and
Living with Tony, a purebred American man in his forties, although she has always been her husband to me
It’s a shame, but she’s the only wife I’ve ever had in my life anyway. Mary
Although not beautiful, she is plump and sexy. She has golden hair and the arrogance unique to Caucasians.
I met two years ago at a university in my home country, the Philippines, when she was a foreign student at our school.
Teach, my story begins with her.

That year I was in the third year of junior college. Although I was relatively small, I should be regarded as a handsome boy in school.
, with a fair face and a slender figure, looks refined and refined. some girls just started liking me
, but later because my family was very poor and couldn’t even afford a meal, they stopped dating me after two days of dating. actually, I
I also don’t want to marry a domestic girl, because I wanted to go abroad since I was a child, which is also the most important thing for me to take the foreign language major.
s reason. In the first two years of university, life has been very ordinary, but my dream of going abroad has been accompanied by my love for this society and money.
The deeper and deeper understanding becomes more and more vague, until the appearance of the foreign teacher Mary.

To be honest, I think she is very average, because she is old and a little fat, and her appearance can only be regarded as average.
Level, and there is a kind of arrogance unique to Americans. But since this is the first American I come into contact with, so
I couldn’t help feeling an inexplicable admiration for her in my heart. So when other boys speak ill of her,
I am always silent. In class, she always likes to ask me questions, and I look at her with gentle eyes,
She is also very respectful and polite when answering, which may be the reason why she likes me.

I am always respectful to her. After class, I will be the first to erase the writing on the blackboard left by her.
Wipe down her desk, and while I’m doing it I always try to let her know I did it, so,
She is very satisfied with me and trusts me. It didn’t take long for my classmates to say that I was a “foreign slave” behind my back. one day i
My roommate satirized me and said: “I heard that she is still single, don’t you want to go abroad, chase her, maybe she can
You take it out.” suddenly IInspired, this might really be my chance.

On Saturday afternoon, I waited for nearly an hour downstairs at Mary’s apartment, and she was wearing a big T-shirt
T-shirt, denim shorts, and just came back from outside with a big bag of things on his back.

“What are you doing here?” She asked me with a smile

“No…no…nothing, I just passed by here”, I hesitated and said

She stared at my shy eyes for a while, as if looking for something in my eyes, then she smiled
laugh

“Don’t be dazed, come and help me carry something, it’s very heavy.”

I quickly took her big backpack and followed her into the house. Put down the backpack, she let me sit for a while
After a while, I tasted the coffee she made, and then she asked me to change my slippers. I asked her why she didn’t change them, and she
She said that after running outside for a day in sneakers, the smell would be very strong. I smiled and said it was okay, but she insisted not to change it.
It is said that the smell is afraid of fuming me.

When buying me coffee, she started chatting with me. Her Chinese level is not bad, and we chatted very speculatively.
, because I was not deeply involved in the world, so she soon realized that I came from a relatively backward small place with a family
Poorer, when she knew that my monthly living expenses were equivalent to only 30 dollars, she almost screamed
said:

“Oh! My God, how can such a small amount be enough?”

At this time, I saw an obvious pity for me in her eyes, which made me very grateful.

Before I knew it, it was getting late, and she insisted on staying with me to eat the western food she cooked, because my usual food was very poor.
So I ate a lot, and it was nine o’clock in the evening after the meal. Before leaving, she suddenly asked me if I was interested in giving
She works as a part-time worker, and she only needs to take two hours every afternoon to clean up the house and do housework for her, and the salary is 1 hour per hour
2.5 dollars. I said that this is too much, she half-jokingly said that in the United States, one hour works one hour
The salary is about 10 dollars, and I take 2.5 dollars as the cheapest labor. I did the math,
In this way, I can get a salary of at least 150 U.S. dollars per month, which is my living expenses for five months. I read
Looking into her eyes, she was almost speechless with gratitude.

At seven o’clock the next day, I went to Mrs. Mary’s house to work as a part-time worker. I first mopped the floor, cleaned the table, and then cooked
. Since I started cooking at a very young age, it was delicious, and she was full of praise and invited me to eat it together. after dinner
After that, she sat on the sofa and watched TV, and I started to work. It was already nine o’clock after washing the dishes, and she said I could go back
, I said that 40 minutes out of two hours are spent eating with her, and an extra 40 minutes will be counted as two hours.
She asked me to sit down and chat with her for a while. After I sat down, I found that she still hadn’t changed her slippers, so I asked
:

“Aren’t you uncomfortable wearing sneakers like this at home?”

She smiled and said that she was very tired. After being outside for a day, she didn’t want to get up when she sat down, and she covered her feet
God, the taste is not very good, I’m afraid I can’t stand it. I smiled and said:

“It’s okay, although I am your student, but