THE DIARY OF A YOUNG GIRL : THE DEFINITIVE EDITION ... - Fidele
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about if I listen to your prayers tonight?"<br />
"No, Momsy," I replied.<br />
Mother got up, stood beside my bed for a moment and then slowly walked toward the<br />
door. Suddenly she turned, her face contorted with pain, and said, "I don't want<br />
to be angry with you. I can't make you love me!" A few tears slid down her cheeks<br />
as she went out the door.<br />
I lay still, thinking how mean it was of me to reject her so cruelly, but I also<br />
knew that I was incapable of answering her any other way. I can't be a hypocrite<br />
and pray with her when I don't feel like it. It just doesn't work that way. I<br />
felt sorry for Mother -- very, very sorry -- because for the first time in my life<br />
I noticed she wasn't indifferent to my coldness. I saw the sorrow in her face when<br />
she talked about not being able to make me love her. It's hard to tell the truth,<br />
and yet the truth is that she's the one who's rejected me. She's the one whose<br />
tactless comments and cruel jokes about matters I don't think are funny have made<br />
me insensitive to any sign of love on her part. Just as my heart sinks every time<br />
I hear her harsh words, that's how her heart sank when she realized there was no<br />
more love between us.<br />
She cried half the night and didn't get any sleep. Father has avoided looking at<br />
me, and if his eyes do happen to cross mine, I can read his unspoken words: "How<br />
can you be so unkind? How dare you make your mother so sad!"<br />
Everyone expects me to apologize, but this is not something I can apologize for,<br />
because I told the truth, and sooner or later Mothjr was bound to find out anyway.<br />
I seem to be indifferent to Mother's tears and Father's glances, and I am, because<br />
both of them are now feeling what I've always felt. I can only feel sorry for<br />
Mother, who will have to figure out what her attitude should be all by herself.<br />
For my part, I will continue to remain silent and aloof, and I don't intend to<br />
shrink from the truth, because the longer it's postponed, the harder it will be<br />
for them to accept it when they do hear it!<br />
Yours, Anne<br />
TUESDAY, APRIL 27, 1943<br />
Dearest Kitty,<br />
The house is still trembling from the aftereffects of the quarrels. Everyone is<br />
mad at everyone else: Mother and I, Mr. van Daan and Father, Mother and Mrs. van<br />
D. Terrific atmosphere, don't you think? Once again Anne's usual list of<br />
shortcomings has been extensively aired.<br />
Our German visitors were back last Saturday. They stayed until six. We all sat<br />
upstairs, not daring to move an inch. If there's no one else working in the<br />
building or in the neighborhood, you can hear every single step in the private<br />
office. I've got ants in my pants again from having to sit still so long.<br />
Mr. Voskuijl has been hospitalized, but Mr. Kleiman's back at the office. His<br />
stomach stopped bleeding sooner than it normally does. He told us that the County<br />
Clerk's Office took an extra beating because the firemen flooded the entire<br />
building instead of just putting out the fire. That does my heart good!<br />
The Carlton Hotel has been destroyed. Two British planes loaded with firebombs<br />
landed right on top of the