Two years
The past two years have flown by; this is the third father’s day I have spent knowing in my heart that you know who I am. I don’t know how many more holidays will pass before you write again; know that I will be here. Know that when you are ready, I will respond. I am sitting here alone eating sushi, wondering what I could write to you on this father’s day. Yes, I am eating sushi alone on fathers day; I do so much enjoy time to myself. Sarah and your kin are on vacation in Florida, and I am enjoying the quiet time and Onewheel riding. Do you get on Youtube? Do you see the videos I post? I hope you enjoy the Onewheel videos. Macey and Reagan are getting good at riding them, and someday I hope to take them to a Onewheel festival where maybe they can join in on a race or two. I won’t be doing any racing unless I lose like twenty-five pounds or thereabout with some healthier exercise regimens. The trail riding is fun; maybe someday you can join us on our adventures. I’m sure you have seen the baby pictures with your mother, you, and me. I hope you understand that I have been here since I learned about you and that the court’s power has tied my hands. I think about you every day and hope you question everything they tell you.
Michael Trump 