The age at which I started to live… an ode to Anne Frank
P.S from the perspective of her diary, Kitty
Dear Anne,
Whenever you wrote in me, I felt like I was connected to you, like I’m some part of you which feels the exact same way. The dreams, the hopes, the sad whispers, the screams, what all you penned in me have inspired so many all over the world today. You have taught them not to wait until older, but rather to strive for what they want starting right now!
You once wrote in me that you wanted to live even after your death; well you have. You thought that the only person reading your thoughts would be me… But today the whole world has read them, praise them, empathized with them
You found a real friend in me and I in you. I am sorry that you had to face such injustice, know that I was always there praying for your health and survival. The fact that you have become a worldwide inspiration and are remembered in pure awe makes me feel proud that I could be a part of your extraordinary life.
When you thought that no one understood you, that you had no one to share your grief with; darling Anne, your Kitty understood.
