Dear Mr. Trump,

I would like to write this letter to send my deepest apologies to you. I was always taught to never apologize unless you are sincerely remorseful and sympathetic towards a subject, and in these past few months, I have grown those feelings towards you. I feel as though, after all, that you have endured, that you deserve an apology from someone, so I have decided that I would be that someone you need.

Mr. Trump, I am sorry for the neglect that you endured when you were younger. Having heard that your father only gave you "a small loan of one million dollars" really broke my heart. How dare he! There were two mistakes on his part: instead of giving you a loan and having it be money, he should have gifted you with a large amount of open-mindedness that you would never have had to return. Oh, how much more you would have profited from such a thing!

Mr. Trump, I am sorry that you have to constantly be introduced to foreign things. We live in America, a country deemed "the land of the free." I do not believe it is sad that we are composed of a diverse group; I am not sad that there are immigrants here, especially because immigration was essentially how this nation came to be. I am only saddened by the fact that you are having to, as said before, be introduced to these concepts now. You are a grown man. It is 2016. To not have realized that this nation's beginnings stemmed from immigration; to not have come to terms with the fact that you came from immigrants (unless your ancestors were natives of this land before "The United States of America" came to be); to be 69 years old and not know that "Ivanka" is not an American name, is a shame. It only reflects the limited life you grew up living.

Mr. Trump, I am sorry that females are a threat to you. To be fearful of gender equality and of powerful women is a large sign of insecurity. I am a female teenager and I have come to terms with who I am. I love myself and nothing is wrong with that. In fact, I love myself so much that I find no need to insult or tear down anyone else who is kind and strong, because I don't find their good character or success to be a threat to my own. I feel badly that you are so insecure with who you are as a person that you haven't experienced that own self love in your life, and I find it even more sad that you feel as though you have to take your insecure emotions out on women. Any truly strong man would only applaud being in the presence of a strong female, and I am sorry that a girl who is nearly 1/4 of your age has to tell you that.

Mr. Trump, I am sorry that your eyesight is so poor. Society tells us when we are little that it's what's on the inside that counts, but as we grow older, the people we meet in person say differently. You are one of those people. You constantly make comments about the appearances of others, and at first glance (pun fully intended), you seem like someone who is very observant. However, looking at the thing that you call "hair" that lays on top of your head everyday, I can very much tell that you are not. Looks do matter to some extent in society, as much as I would like to say they don't, and I am so sorry that you play the part of both the police and the criminal when it comes to poor appearances. Much applause to you for your versatility in roles though. Much applause.

Mr. Trump, I am sorry that you have been so sheltered. Just imagine — living in a country where all Mexicans were rapists, or where all black people were thugs! That would seem like such a scary place to me, so scary that I am not certain if I would be strong enough to endure it. I don’t know how you do it. You live in a nation where that is the case — where you have to shut out Mexicans and hide from blacks to keep your own fragile little heart safe.

Wow. I am lucky. I sure am glad that I know that in the country I live in, Mexicans can be chivalrous and have a beautiful courtship, and that African Americans can be unaffiliated with gangs and affiliated with collegiate degrees.

Pardon me. I didn’t mean to brag. Sometimes I forget to acknowledge the fact that we apparently don’t live in the same place. It's a hard thing to acknowledge when the only thing differentiating your idea of this country from mine is the fact that yours is merely an idea, concocted in the restricted space of your minuscule mind, while my "idea" of this country is the country itself, for all that it is rather than what it appears to be.

In total, Mr. Trump:

I am sorry.

I am sorry that you have to live the life of Donald Trump. I really am. I would hate to have to be so ignorant, in both interpretations of the word. It is a hard role to play, and I feel as though someone should give you some type of credit or sympathy for having taken it on. So here it is.

Before I end this, I have to admit that I do agree with you on one thing. I do think that by removing people from this nation — people who are not "the best," people who "have lots of problems" and who are "bringing those problems" with us — is a good idea. Why don't you start by setting an example and using a portion of your small loan of $1 million to get a one-way ticket to another country?

By doing that, you'll definitely make this country great again.

Yours Truly,

Kerry Ingram