P.S. Father asked if I told you about the cake. For Mother's birthday, she received a real mocha cake, prewar quality, from the office.
It was a really nice day! But at the moment there's no room in my head for things like that.
SATURDAY, JANUARY 22, 1944
Dearest Kitty, Can you tell me why people go to such lengths to hide their real selves?
Or why I always behave very differently when I'm in the company of others? Why do people have so little trust in one another?
I know there must be a reason, but sometimes I think it's horrible that you can't ever confide in anyone, not even those closest to you.
It seems as if I've grown up since the night I had that dream, as if I've become more independent.
You'll be amazed when I tell you that even my attitude toward the van Daans has changed.
I've stopped looking at all the discussions and arguments from my family's biased point of view.
What's brought on such a radical change? Well, you see, I suddenly realized that if Mother had been different,
if she'd been a real mom, our relationship would have been very, very different.
Mrs. van Daan is by no means a wonderful person, yet half the arguments could have been avoided
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