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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Yours, Anne<br />
TUESDAY, MARCH 28, 1944<br />
My dearest Kitty,<br />
As much as I'd like to write more on politics, I have lots of other news to report<br />
today. First, Mother has virtually forbidden me to go up to Peter's, since,<br />
according to her, Mrs. van Daan is jealous. Second, Peter's invited Margot to join<br />
us upstairs. Whether he really means it or is just saying it out of politeness, I<br />
don't know. Third, I asked Father if he thought I should take any notice of Mrs.<br />
van Daan's jealousy and he said I didn't have to.<br />
What should I do now? Mother's angry, doesn't want me going upstairs, wants me to<br />
go back to doing my homework in the room I share willi Dussel. She may be jealous<br />
herself. Father doesn't begrudge us those few hours and thinks it's nice we get<br />
along so well. Margot likes Peter too, but feels that three people can't talk<br />
about the same things as two.<br />
Furthermore, Mother thinks Peter's in love with me. To tell you the truth, I wish<br />
he were. Then we'd be even, and it'd be a lot easier to get to know each other.<br />
She also claims he's always looking at me. Well, I suppose we do give each other<br />
the occasional wink. But I can't help it if he keeps admiring my dimples, can I?<br />
I'm in a very difficult position. Mother's against me and I'm against her. Father<br />
turns a blind eye to the silent struggle between Mother and me. Mother is sad,<br />
because she still loves me, but I'm not at all unhappy, because she no longer<br />
means anything to me.<br />
As for Peter. . . I don't want to give him up. He's so sweet and I admire him so<br />
much. He and I could have a really beautiful relationship, so why are the old<br />
folks poking their noses into our business again? Fortu- nately, I'm used to<br />
hiding my feelings, so I manage not to show how crazy I am about him. Is he ever<br />
going to say anything? Am I ever going to feel his cheek against mine, the way I<br />
felt Petel's cheek in my dream? Oh, Peter and<br />
Petel, you're one and the same! They don't understand us; they'd never understand<br />
that we're content just to sit beside each other and not say a word. They have no<br />
idea of what draws us together! Oh, when will we overcome all these difficulties?<br />
And yet it's good that we have to surmount them, since it makes the end that much<br />
more beautiful. When he lays his head on his arms and closes his eyes, he's still<br />
a child; when he plays with Mouschi or talks about her, he's loving; when he<br />
carries the potatoes or other heavy loads, he's strong; when he goes to watch the<br />
gunfire or walks through the dark house to look for burglars, he's brave; and when<br />
he's so awkward and clumsy, he's hopelessly endearing. It's much nicer when he<br />
explains something to me than when I have to teach him. I wish he were superior to<br />
me in nearly every way!<br />
What do we care about our two mothers? Oh, if only he'd say something.<br />
Father always says I'm conceited, but I'm not, I'm merely vain! I haven't had many<br />
people tell me I was pretty, except for a boy at school who said I looked so cute<br />
when I smiled. Yesterday Peter paid me a true com- pliment, and just for fun I'll<br />
give you a rough idea of our conversation.<br />
Peter often says, "Smile!" I thought it was strange, so yesterday I asked him,<br />
"Why do you always want me to smile?"