Ana Frank

Thursday, April 1, 1943
Dear Kitty:

Do not think I'm for humor (note the date) ¬ contrary, today more could cite the proverb that says: "The de ¬ because it pours." First, Mr. Kleiman, always we welcome the life, yesterday suffered a stomach hemorrhage and will have to stay in bed for at least three weeks. Know that these hemorrhages will come often, and apparently they have no remedy.Second, Bep has the flu. Third lu ¬ gar, Mr. Voskuijl you are admitted to the hospital next week. It appears that you have an ulcer and I have to operate. And fourth would come from the factory managers Pomosin, Frankfurt, to negotiate the new deliveries of goods Opekta. All points of the negotiations had conver ¬ sado dad Kleiman, and not enough time to inform Tues ¬ Kugler.Vendrían good of all to thelords of Frankfurt and father trembled lest the results of the meeting. - I wish I could I be present, I wish I could be down there! -Well-decía. cast into the ground with his ear glued to the linoleum. ¬ The lords will meet you in your old office, so you can hear Dad todo.A his face lit up, and yesterday at ten-thirty in the ma ¬ nana, Margot and Pim (two heard more than one) took their positionon the floor ¬ tions. At noon the meeting was not over, but Dad was not able to continue their campaign of listeners in the afternoon. He was bruised for acos ¬ position tumbrada little uncomfortable. At half past two o'clock, when we heard voices in the hallway, I took his place. Margot kept me company. The conversation was in-part as boring and tedious that I suddenly fell asleep in the cold,hard floor linoleum. Margot did not dare to touch me for fear of being heard below, and still less could call me. I slept a good half hour, I woke up half frightened and had forgotten all about the important conversation. Luckily, Margot had paid more attention.

Yours, Anne
Deshacer cambios

Friday, April 2, 1943
Dear Kitty:

Again, it has broadened my long list of sins. Last night I waslying in bed waiting for Dad to come pray with me and say good night, when Mom came and sat humbly on the edge of the bed, I asked, 'Ann, dad still does not come, do you want me read to you ? No, Mansa-contesté.Mamá got up, stood beside the bed and then walked slowly to the door. Suddenly he turned, and with a wave of bitterness on his face told me I do not want mad at you. Love can not beforzar.Salió of the room with tears in mejillas.Me lay still in bed and then I felt bad for me having thus rejected such requests, but also knew he could not answer it otherwise. I can not pretend and pray with her against my will. Simply I can not. I felt sorry for her, a great pity, because for the first time in my life I realized that my attitude is not indifferent to cold. I read sadness in his facewhen he said that love can not be forced. It's hard to tell it true, and yet it is true when I say that it is she who has rejected me, she who made me insensitive to any love from you, with your comments as tactless and crude jokes about things that I could hardly find funny. In the same way I feel angry when I let go his harsh words, her heart sank when-I realized that our love was reallydesaparecido.Lloró most of the night and all night he slept badly. Dad and I look, and when it does just a moment, read in their eyes the following words: "How can you be like, how dare you cause such grief to your mother!" Everyone expected him to apologize, but is This is a case in which I can not apologize, simply because what I said is true and is something that mom eventually had to know. Seemindifferent to the tears of Mom and Dad's eyes, and I am, because it is the first time I feel something that I realize the time. Mama just inspires me compassion. She will have to figure out how to put back. For my part, I will continue with my cold and silent attitude, nor in the future you will be afraid of the truth, because the more it is postponed, the more difficult it is to face it.

Yours,...