sunday, january 30, 1944

my dearest kit,

another sunday has rolled around; i don't mind them as much as i did in the beginning, but they're boring enough.

i still haven't gone to the warehouse yet, but maybe sometime soon. last night i went downstairs in the dark, all by myself, after having been there with father a few nights before. i stood at the top of the stairs while german planes flew back and forth, and i knew i was on my own, that i couldn't count on others for support. my fear vanished. i looked up at the sky and trusted in god.

i have an intense need to be alone. father has noticed i'm not my usual self, but i can't tell him what's bothering me. all i want to do is scream "let me be, leave me alone!"

who knows, perhaps the day will come when i'm left alone more than i'd like!

anne fran

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