Donald Trump sat back in his overstuffed recliner in his penthouse
apartment in Trump Tower. He was taking a day of rest. The campaign had been
grueling. He was victorious in the first lap. But he was very tired. Later he
would preside over a happy and boisterous family gathering as the Trump clan
got together to celebrate Mother’s Day. His loving wife Melania would be at the
head of the table with little Baron. His beloved Daughter Ivanka would be there
with her new son. His other sons would be there with their spouses and
children. They were devout family men much like himself. Even his ex-wife Ivana
would be there to celebrate with her children. Thankfully they got along and
could be civil with each. More civil than he could be with the conservative
Republicans who hate him so. No matter. Today was a day to celebrate Mothers.
Trump pushed back on the chair to raise his feet on the foot
rest that appeared at the bottom of the recliner. His thoughts were all over
the place. The campaign. The coming battle. But most of all his own mother. Mary Ann MacLeod. Of the Clan MacLeod.
