My second day in NY, I ventured out on my own. I braced the subway
alone and made my way to the statue of liberty by ferry. Seeing it in
person was very meaningful for me because it is one of my dad's first
memories when he came to America as an immigrant. And I am so happy to
live in a land of freedom. I'm so glad my dad could come here to
escape from a life of confinement and fear. I can imagine the feelings
of joy and relief my dad and his family must have felt when they saw
the statue of liberty.
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