I Have A Dream
I have a dream
I have a very interesting dream. I dream to be a man.
When I was a little girl in the countryside, I was told to do all kinds of housework, cooking, washing and cleaning. One time, when I was washing clothes for my elder brother, I asked my mother: “mum, brother never does any housework, can’t he even wash his own clothes?” Mum patted me affectionately on the head and said: “well, you’re a girl, dear, we should serve the men.” “But why? Are girls inferior to the boys?” Just at that moment, a strange dream grew, if only I were a boy, I would be the focus of attention in my family, I would escape the housework, enjoy the candies, wear new clothes and receive more love.
Today, this funny dream is still alive. It grows stronger and stronger, when I see that in many families the husband is the master of the family to whom the wife is always serving; when I read that the baby-girls, were thrown out into the streets or even killed by their own parents; when I was told that girls, no matter how capable, are seen as inferior and not promoted in job market. The universities may bargain: “if you want to take in two boys, you must take in one girl as well.” My heart has sunk by such sad stories. My dream has deepened in my heart. I dream to be a man, to be a first-class citizen in society, entitled to good salaries, ideal jobs and high positions. I dream to be the head of the family. I would have a wife to carry out her “wife’s duties” such as taking care of me and my children, cleaning the house, preparing the meals and washing the clothes for us. She would also have her own job, but it’s much less important than her “household duties”, while my career is my only responsibility. When I was working, she would make tea for me, type for me and arrange things for me. Some people say: “behind every successful man, there is a woman.” That’s true, but still, I’m in the front and she’s behind me. So you see, to be a man is really fantastic. Who wouldn’t want to
I have a very interesting dream. I dream to be a man.
When I was a little girl in the countryside, I was told to do all kinds of housework, cooking, washing and cleaning. One time, when I was washing clothes for my elder brother, I asked my mother: “mum, brother never does any housework, can’t he even wash his own clothes?” Mum patted me affectionately on the head and said: “well, you’re a girl, dear, we should serve the men.” “But why? Are girls inferior to the boys?” Just at that moment, a strange dream grew, if only I were a boy, I would be the focus of attention in my family, I would escape the housework, enjoy the candies, wear new clothes and receive more love.
Today, this funny dream is still alive. It grows stronger and stronger, when I see that in many families the husband is the master of the family to whom the wife is always serving; when I read that the baby-girls, were thrown out into the streets or even killed by their own parents; when I was told that girls, no matter how capable, are seen as inferior and not promoted in job market. The universities may bargain: “if you want to take in two boys, you must take in one girl as well.” My heart has sunk by such sad stories. My dream has deepened in my heart. I dream to be a man, to be a first-class citizen in society, entitled to good salaries, ideal jobs and high positions. I dream to be the head of the family. I would have a wife to carry out her “wife’s duties” such as taking care of me and my children, cleaning the house, preparing the meals and washing the clothes for us. She would also have her own job, but it’s much less important than her “household duties”, while my career is my only responsibility. When I was working, she would make tea for me, type for me and arrange things for me. Some people say: “behind every successful man, there is a woman.” That’s true, but still, I’m in the front and she’s behind me. So you see, to be a man is really fantastic. Who wouldn’t want to