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The sunlight came in through the shades, shaking me from my dream. But as a 6-year-old, that just meant Saturday morning cartoons. I sprang up and dashed to the living room. As I turned on the television, there he was — a blue-and-red blur flying across the screen. Soon after, the iconic “S” came into focus: SUPERMAN. By far, my favorite superhero. I liked him for his abilities. Who wouldn’t? He was super-strong and able to fly. But my connection was deeper. He was more than a hero, he was an immigrant who left his home and came to the United...