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He burst through the doors, brazen with anger, a scowl clear on his face with his eyebrows furrowed. The large doors of the white house shut with unimaginable force, compelling the so-called “president” to turn his head.
The excuse of a man spoke. “Vater?”, confused on why his father burst through the doors. However, this response only fueled the man’s anger.
“You think I don’t know what you’ve done? What you’ve condoned? Who you’re with?!” he yelled, bursting at his seams. His usual neat and slicked-back hair fell from its place, becoming increasingly messy and ragged and his anger grew. His son still looked confused.
“You have engaged with and indulged a man who admires the man I used to be. You put him with the head of this country. You admire and endorse him. You have gone against what I and your abba have taught you. You have gone against your abba’s teachings. You have gone against what this country stands for!” he snarled, accent growing stronger with anger.
Trump begins to stutter about how his plan and vision are the true path. His father sighs with disappointment and anger, he begins to scorn his son. “That is the same thing I thought. That is why millions like your abba are dead. You are acting how I used to but instead of loving a man that could mend your view, you love someone who indulges it, one who did my salute live!” Adolf sighs.
“You have deeply disgraced this family. If you continue down this path, you will become who I once was. If you continue, your people will start to loathe you. If you continue, I fear you may never come back. I hope you soon recognize your mistakes.” he spoke, his voice soft and fleeting. He left the building leaving Trump to ponder.
But he wouldn’t ponder. Yes, he would spare a thought for his father, but would he truly think about it?
No, for that is not who he is.
He will become what his father hated to be.
A monster.