iary,”

    unless I s probably  make a bit of difference.

    Noo t t prompted me to keep a diary in t place: I dont have a friend.

    Let me put it more clearly, since no one  a teen year-old girl is completely alone in t. I s and a sixteen-year-old sister, and t ty people I can call friends. I  keep times o resort to using a broken pocket mirror to try and catcs and a good o  my one true friend. All I t  bring myself to talk about anyt ordinary

    everyday t seem to be able to get any closer, and ts the problem.

    Maybe its my fault t  confide in eacs just unately t liable to carted the diary.

    to ened friend in my imagination, I dont  to jot dos in t people  I  to be my friend, and Im going to call tty.

    Since no one and a ories to Kitty if I o plunge rigter provide a brief sketch of my life, much as I dislike doing so.

    My fat adorable fat marry my motil y-six and sy-five. My sister Margot  am Main in Germany in 1926. I  until I o or of tca Company, s used in making jam. My mot o ember,  to Aaco stay   to able as a birt for Margot.

    I started rig tessori nursery scayed til I  arted first grade. In sixteac tears as ed at t also  to school.

    Our lives   anxiety, since our relatives in Germany i-Jeo live y-t time.

    After May 1940 times  tulation and trouble started for tricted by a series of anti-Jear; Jeo turn in to use street-cars; Jeo ride in cars, even to do tween 3 and 5 P.M.;

    Jeo frequent only Jewisy parlors