THE DIARY OF A YOUNG GIRL : THE DEFINITIVE EDITION ... - Fidele

"No," he replied, "I'd rather keep the one I've got. I look at it every day, and
the people in it have become my friends."
I now have a better understanding of why he always hugs Mouschi so tightly. He
obviously needs affection too. I forgot to mention something else he was talking
about. He said, "No, I'm not afraid, except when it comes to things about myself,
but I'm working on that."
Peter has a huge inferiority complex. For example, he always thinks he's so stupid
and we're so smart. When I help him with French, he thanks me a thousand times.
One of these days I'm going to say, "Oh, cut it out! You're much better at English
and geography!"
Anne Frank
THURSDAY, FEBRUARY 17, 1944
Dear Kitty,
I was upstairs this morning, since I promised Mrs. van D. I'd read her some of my
stories. I began with "Eva's Dream," which she liked a lot, and then I read a few
passages from "The Secret Annex," which had her in stitches. Peter also listened
for a while (just the last part) and asked if I'd come to his room sometime to
read more.
I decided I had to take a chance right then and there, so I got my notebook and
let him read that bit where Cady and Hans talk about God. I can't really tell what
kind of impression it made on him. He said something I don't quite remember, not
about whether it was good, but about the idea behind it. I told him I just wanted
him to see that I didn't write only amusing things. He nodded, and I left the
room. We'll see if I hear anything more!
Yours, Anne Frank
FRIDAY, FEBRUARY 18, 1944
My dearest Kitty,
Whenever I go upstairs, it's always so I can see "him." Now that I have something
to look forward to, my life here has improved greatly.
At least the object of my friendship is always here, and I don't have to be afraid
of rivals (except for Margot). Don't think I'm in love, because I'm not, but I do
have the feeling that something beautiful is going to develop between Peter and
me, a kind of friendship and a feeling of trust. I go see him whenever I get the
chance, and it's not the way it used to be, when he didn't know what to make of
me. On the contrary, he's still talking away as I'm heading out the door. Mother
doesn't like me going upstairs. She always says I'm bothering Peter and that I
should leave him alone. Honestly, can't she credit me with some intuition? She
always looks at me so oddly when I go to Peter's room. When I come down again, she
asks me where I've been. It's terrible, but I'm beginning to hate her!
Yours, Anne M. Frank
SATURDAY, FEBRUARY 19, 1944
Dearest Kitty,