He hates me doesn't he?

I just got out of the doctors with my daughter who is now on antidepressants and anti anxiety medication, she's five. She woke up today and asked us if she had to become a boy again, something she has feared for the last few months. We sat her and the rest of our kids down and decided to have a serious conversation. We talked about what Trump plans on doing and how we as Americans can help. We told them they should respect him and pray for him despite how they feel about him. We said a prayer for our new president and thought all was good. The kids were doing their normal routines of getting ready for school, I could hear them fighting over basic things as usual. Nothing seemed wrong until Hunter came running down the steps to tell us Callie locked herself in the bathroom. Jason ran up and told her to open the door she refused and he heard her crying so he forced the door open. There she was, razor in hand ready to do it. Safe to say Jason took that sucker away and brought her downstairs. It's crazy, that this election came to this. It came down to a five year old trying to kill herself. This is now becoming a super personal matter. So this is to you Mr. President, I will vow to respect you if and only if you promise me that you will take care of my daughter and all the people like her. Make the promise that you will allow my little girl to be a little girl. That you will allow her to wear pink frilly dresses and allow her to dance and be herself. I want you to promise me that I will never have to send my daughter to conversion therapy, something I know you support. I want you to promise me that you will "Make America Great Again" not just for the privileged white people, but for every single American regardless of age, gender, sexual orientation, race, or religion. If you can promise me these things I will support you and I will be the best American citizen I can be.