My father fled the Cultural Revolution in 1966. After risking his life to get to America, he started a family in Boston. When his restaurant went bankrupt and my mom got sick, he began to feel like he'd failed at the American Dream. A story of migration is passed down from father to son, as we retrace the precarious steps he took in search of a better life. Ultimately asking the question, what does it mean to be both Chinese and American?