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

And now something else. You've known for a long time that my greatest wish is to
be a journalist, and later on, a famous writer. We'll have to wait and see if
these grand illusions (or delusions!) will ever come true, but up to now I've had
no lack of topics. In any case, after the war I'd like to publish a book called
The Secret Annex. It remains to be seen whether I'll succeed, but my diary can
serve as the basis.
I also need to finish "Cady's Life." I've thought up the rest of the plot. After
being cured in the sanatorium, Cady goes back home and continues writing to Hans.
It's 1941, and it doesn't take her long to discover Hans's Nazi sympathies, and
since Cady is deeply concerned with the plight of the Jews and of her friend
Marianne, they begin drifting apart. They meet and get back together, but break up
when Hans takes up with another girl. Cady is shattered, and because she wants to
have a good job, she studies nursing. After graduation she accepts a position, at
the urging of her father's friends, as a nurse in a TB sanatorium in Switzerland.
During her first vacation she goes to Lake Como, where she runs into Hans. He
tells her that two years earlier he'd married Cady's successor, but that his wife
took her life in a fit of depression. Now that he's seen his little Cady again, he
realizes how much he loves her, and once more asks for her hand in marriage. Cady
refuses, even though, in spite of herself, she loves him as much as ever. But her
pride holds her back. Hans goes away, and years later Cady learns that he's wound
up in England, where he's struggling with ill health.
When she's twenty-seven, Cady marries a well-to-do man from the country, named
Simon. She grows to love him, but not as much as Hans. She has two daughters and a
son, Lthan, Judith and Nico. She and Simon are happy together, but Hans is always
in the back of her mind until one night she dreams of him and says farewell.
. . .
It's not sentimental nonsense: it's based on the story of Father's life.
Yours, Anne M. Frank
SATURDAY, MAY 13, 1944
My dearest Kitty,
Yesterday was Father's birthday, Father and Mother's nineteenth wedding
anniversary, a day without the cleaning lady. . . and the sun was shining as it's
never shone before in 1944. Our chestnut tree is in full bloom. It's covered with
leaves and is even more beautiful than last year.
Father received a biography of Linnaeus from Mr. Kleiman, a book on nature from
Mr. Kugler, The Canals of Amsterdam from Dussel, a huge box from the van Daans
(wrapped so beautifully it might have been done by a professional), containing
three eggs, a bottle of beer, a jar of yogurt and a green tie. It made our jar of
molasses seem rather paltry. My roses smelled wonderful compared to Miep and Bep's
red carnations. He was thoroughly spoiled. Fifty petits fours arrived from
Siemons'
Bakery, delicious! Father also treated us to spice cake, the men to beer and the
ladies to yogurt. Everything was scrumptious!
Yours, Anne M. Frank
TUESDAY, MAY 16, 1944