I was six-years-old when Barack Obama was elected President of the United States. I remember the night the votes were counted, struggling to stay awake and marking each state he won with a blue crayon in my notebook. At some point sleep overtook my little body, and I woke up the next morning magically back in my bed. I stumbled down the stairs to my parents room, pushing open their heavy door with my little hands.
A Letter to Donald Trump On His Final Day in…
I was six-years-old when Barack Obama was elected President of the United States. I remember the night the votes were counted, struggling to stay awake and marking each state he won with a blue crayon in my notebook. At some point sleep overtook my little body, and I woke up the next morning magically back in my bed. I stumbled down the stairs to my parents room, pushing open their heavy door with my little hands.
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