Trump's Amerikkka: A simple shopping trip

Mackenzie Lewis

"Dad, dad, dad!" Bella ran out of the fitting room, shouting. She finally found the perfect outfit for her first day at school. The ladies sitting in the waiting area exchanged appalled looks and a couple of <i>Shhh</i>'s floated up from the other changing stalls.
One woman whispered "gosh would you look at that hair! How do you think she gets it like that?"
"I don't know," her daughter whispered back, "but that skin tone- I'm so jealous!"
Bella ran throughout the youth section of the store looking for her dad, the tags of the shirt flying about. <i>There he is! </i>Bella thought as she saw the top of her dad's head bobbing through the isle of the sports section.
"Papá!"
"Excuse me, miss?"
"There you are!"