Donald's POV
I remembered Mom's message after having a great time with my friends. I reached for my car keys and phone, picked them up gently, and hurried into my limousine.
A few hours later, I am standing in front of my father's house. I was promptly received by my dad's butler. "Greetings, Mr. Donald." The butler welcomed me.
The glittering floor, chandelier, and gorgeous sighting flowers reminded me of the past. I recalled the times we spent playing in the garden. The chief cook, the janitors, and a large number of my dad's employees greeted me as I entered the grand building. Looking at the beautiful portrait of my dad, mom, myself, and other family members,
my gorgeous mom stepped in through a lobby. "Donald, I know you will honor my invitation." She said politely with a smile
