I was 12 years old.
I loved Donald Trump.
I had all the merchandise.
I prayed to Trump every night.
I thanked him for deporting all the illegals.
My dad found out and called me a racist.
I called him a ♥♥♥♥.
He slapped me and sent me to bed.
I cried myself to sleep and asked Donny for help.
I woke up and felt his warmth.
I looked beside my bed.
It was Donald.
He whispered in my ear "we need to build a wall".
He pulled out my wallet and gave me a loan of a million dollars.
My little wallet tore due to the girth of his money.
It hurt so much but I was doing it for Donald.
He finally got the money all the way in and I yelled in pain.
Then my dad walked in.
Donald looked him straight in the eye and said "you're fired."
Donald sprang through my window and flew away.
I will never forget that night.