THE DIARY OF A YOUNG GIRL : THE DEFINITIVE EDITION ... - Fidele
THE DIARY OF A YOUNG GIRL : THE DEFINITIVE EDITION ... - Fidele
THE DIARY OF A YOUNG GIRL : THE DEFINITIVE EDITION ... - Fidele
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I honestly don't know how to begin, I really don't, so how can I expect Peter to<br />
when talking is so much harder for him? If only I could write to him, then at<br />
least he'd know what I was trying to say, since it's so hard to say it out loud!<br />
Yours, Anne M. Frank<br />
FRIDAY, MARCH 17, 1944<br />
My dearest darling,<br />
Everything turned out all right after all; Bep just had a sore throat, not the<br />
flu, and Mr. Kugler got a medical certificate to excuse him from the work detail.<br />
The entire Annex breathed a huge sigh of relief. Everything's fine here! Except<br />
that Margot and I are rather tired of our parents.<br />
Don't get me wrong. I still love Father as much as ever and Margot loves both<br />
Father and Mother, but when you're as old as we are, you want to make a few<br />
decisions for yourself, get out from under their thumb. Whenever I go upstairs,<br />
they ask what I'm going to do, they won't let me salt my food, Mother asks me<br />
every evening at eight-fifteen if it isn't time for me to change into my nighty, I<br />
and they have to approve every book I read. I must admit, they're not at all<br />
strict about that and let me read nearly everything, but Margot and I are sick and<br />
tired of having to listen to their comments and questions all day long.<br />
There's something else that displeases them: I no longer feel like giving them<br />
little kisses morning, noon and night. All those cute nicknames seem so affected,<br />
and Father's fondness for talking about farting and going to the bathroom is<br />
disgusting. In short, I'd like nothing better than to do without their company for<br />
a while, and they don't understand that. Not that Margot and I have ever said any<br />
of this to them. What would be the point? They wouldn't understand anyway.<br />
Margot said last night, "What really bothers me is that if you happen to put your<br />
head in your hands and sigh once or twice, they immediately ask whether you have a<br />
headache or don't feel well."<br />
For both of us, it's been quite a blow to suddenly realize that very little<br />
remains of the close and harmoni- ous family we used to have at home! This is<br />
mostly because everything's out of kilter here. By that I mean that we're treated<br />
like children when it comes to external matters, while, inwardly, we're much older<br />
than other girls our age. Even though I'm only fourteen, I know what I want, I<br />
know who's right and who's wrong, I have my own opinions, ideas and principles,<br />
and though it may sound odd coming from a teenager, I feel I'm more of a person<br />
than a child -- I feel I'm completely independent of others. I know I'm better at<br />
debating or carrying on a discussion than Mother, I know I'm more objective, I<br />
don't exaggerate as much, I'm much tidier and better with my hands, and because of<br />
that I feel (this may make you laugh) that I'm superior to her in many ways. To<br />
love someone, I have to admire and respect the person, but I feel neither respect<br />
nor admiration for Mother!<br />
Everything would be all right if only I had Peter, since I admire him in many<br />
ways. He's so decent and clever!<br />
Yours, Anne M. Frank<br />
SATURDAY, MARCH 18, 1944<br />
Dearest Kitty,