THE DIARY OF A YOUNG GIRL : THE DEFINITIVE EDITION ... - Fidele
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But even if I were ever in a position to help, she wouldn't need it more than she<br />
does now. I wonder if she ever thinks of me, and what she's feeling?<br />
Merciful God, comfort her, so that at least she won't be alone. Oh, if only You<br />
could tell her I'm thinking of her with compassion and love, it might help her go<br />
on.<br />
I've got to stop dwelling on this. It won't get me anywhere. I keep seeing her<br />
enormous eyes, and they haunt me. Does Hanneli really and truly believe in God, or<br />
has religion merely been foisted upon her? I don't even know that. I never took<br />
the trouble to ask.<br />
Hanneli, Hanneli, if only I could take you away, if only I could share everything<br />
I have with you. It's too late. I can't help, or undo the wrong I've done. But<br />
I'll never forget her again and I'll always pray for her!<br />
Yours, Anne<br />
MONDAY, DECEMBER 6, 1943<br />
Dearest Kitty,<br />
The closer it got to St. Nicholas Day, the more we all thought back to last year's<br />
festively decorated basket.<br />
More than anyone, I thought it would be terrible to skip a celebration this year.<br />
After long deliberation, I finally came up with an idea, something funny. I<br />
consulted rim, and a week ago we set to work writing a verse for each person.<br />
Sunday evening at a quarter to eight we trooped upstairs carrying the big laundry<br />
basket, which had been decorated with cutouts and bows made of pink and blue<br />
carbon paper. On top was a large piece of brown wrapping paper with a note<br />
attached. Everyone was rather amazed at the sheer size of the gift. I removed the<br />
note and read it aloud:<br />
"Once again St. Nicholas Day<br />
Has even come to our hideaway;<br />
It won't be quite as Jun, I fear,<br />
As the happy day we had last year.<br />
Then we were hopeful, no reason to doubt<br />
That optimism would win the bout,<br />
And by the time this year came round,<br />
We'd all be free, and s* and sound.<br />
Still, let's not Jorget it's St. Nicholas Day,<br />
Though we've nothing left to give away.<br />
We'll have to find something else to do:<br />
So everyone please look in their shoe!"<br />
As each person took their own shoe out of the basket, there was a roar of<br />
laughter. Inside each shoe was a little wrapped package addressed to its owner.<br />
Yours, Anne<br />
Dearest Kitty,<br />
A bad case of flu has prevented me from writing to you until today. Being sick<br />
here is dreadful. With every cough, I had to duck under the blanket -- once,<br />
twice, three times -- and try to keep from coughing anymore.