At this point, although Anne Frank still sounds childish, it is evident that she is slowly maturing – understanding the world she never knew before. “I’m not jealous of Margot, never have been. I don’t envy her good looks or her beauty. It is only that I long for Daddy’s real love: not only as his child, but for me – Anne, myself.” Mind-blowing. The maturity she shows then is just mind-blowing. Anne is just a little girl at heart, who longs for some attention from her daddy, the one person that does not revolve around her sister. I have felt like that a lot of times, having an older sibling. If there is a fight, it’s my fault. Always. If we anger our parents, my brother gets recovered of the blame sooner. I’m sure all the people that have older siblings can relate to this.

            Sometimes, I just want to go over to Anne and comfort her. She is so strong is makes me feel like crying tears of sympathy and pain for what she had to go through. All through her anguish, she didn’t say anything. Until it got to a point where she could keep it no longer. It seems like Anne’s world became a lot smaller when they had to go into hiding. Before, she knew all her father’s colleagues, her friends, their family friends, but now it’s almost like she’s in a different world all together. So she sees people and things a lot better than she did then. She is starting to understand her parents, the VanDaans and her sister now – slowly, but surely.

            “Sometimes I believe that God wants to try me, both now and later on; I must become good through my own efforts, without examples and without good advice. Then later on I shall be all the stronger” Anne Frank was about twelve or thirteen when she wrote this. She sounded just so knowing. She didn’t rely on anyone, she was extremely independent. I know I have never been like that. I always look to my parents to give me advice, to make my decisions for me, and to shape me into a better human being.

             The fact that just touches me is how much she trusts Kitty, her diary. Anne talks to the diary, and maybe then, she hoped it would get published, so indirectly she’s talking to us. She is asking the world – Why? Why does life work out the way it does? Why are my parents nicer to Margot than they are to me? Personally, I am writing all my answers to Anne, though it’s too late. I just wish I could be like her. She is such a, I can’t even find a word to describe her. Characters like Anne are sent from heaven. I can never imagine living a life like that. Literally moving from riches back down to rags. May her soul rest in peace.