I found a letter that Eric Trump gave Natalie Harp last week.
Dear Natalie,
Are you my new mother? (please circle yes or no)
My last new mother wasn't around very much. Daddy said she was working hard on our Christmas presents from last year, but then he tore down her office.
I would like a new dump truck. I used to have a dump truck, but my brother fell on it one night after Kimberly left him.
Daddy said it was fixed, but the wheel doesn't spin.
Daddy doesn't tell the truth a lot. It makes me sad when he says he wants to spend time with me, but then he falls asleep.
Daddy sleeps a lot.
Do you make Daddy happy? My first mommy wanted to make him happy, but mommy said that Daddy doesn't like being happy.
Sometimes I get jealous of Barron. Daddy likes Barron. I wish Daddy liked me.
I hope you and Daddy don't get a divorce. If you do, please do it after Christmas. I really want that dump truck.
When I was little, Daddy said he take me to the park. I waited outside Trump Tower with a red balloon so he would know which one was me.
Daddy didn't show up. He said he was busy looking for a birth certificate.
I don't know where my birth certificate went either.
Do you have a family? Did they read you a story at night? I wish somebody could read me a story.
I asked Daddy to tell me a story last week. He told me about a big strong man who builds a ballroom that everybody was jealous of, and that jealousy was all they thought about until the day they died (died badly).
Where do we go when we die? I hope that will be a long time from now. I want us to be a family. I want Daddy to remember our sister.
I think her name was Tiffany? Do you know her? Daddy said she went to live on a farm.
I hope you have time to get the dump truck. Dump truck go vroom vroom.
Your son,
Eric
let the fireworks begin!
