He didn’t enter carrying cameras.Just Barron Trump, casually clad in jeans and a sweatshirt, stopped for gas on his way to a quiet family visit in New Hampshire. There was no entourage, no team, and no commotion of paparazzi behind him.
Although he was unaware of it at the time, what started out as a routine gas stop would end up being a life-altering event for Barron as well as the young woman behind the counter.
Jasmine’s Silent Power
Jasmine was the woman behind the register. Eighteen years old. pregnant for seven months. A six-year-old is already being raised by a single mother who works long hours at a gas station that barely pays minimum wage and attends evening community college classes.
That day, she wasn’t meant to be at work. Bills didn’t wait, though, since someone had called out. Jasmine then appeared.
Weary. Pale a little. but grinning. Constantly grinning. She rang up tickets for the lottery. made coffee.
The counters were cleaned. All the while taking deep, deliberate breaths and occasionally placing a palm on her stomach.
