ng relief, as long as you dont cry alone. Despite all my ts, I miss -- every day and every ands me. ts o be to my cer on. t take everytoo seriously, but  difficult to describe  t; says it all.

    Do you knoo give me t sounds like quot;Mom,quot; I often call ; Momsy.quot; Sometimes I sen it to quot;Momsquot;; an imperfect quot;Mom.quot; I ; Its a good t realize t would only make her unhappy.

    ell, ts enoug. My ing  from quot;ths of despair.”

    Yours, Anne

    Its ter Cmas, and I cant  Pim and tory old me time last year. I didnt understand t up again, I migo sood w

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    I told me because ;intimate secretsquot; of so many oto express alks about  t   fool me into tten t girl. s made ing, since  blind to Mots. I o be a little like  o go t he has!

    Anne MONDAY, DECEMBER 27, 1943

    Friday evening, for t time in my life, I received a Cmas present. Mr.

    Kleiman, Mr. Kugler and tmas cake ;Peace 1944quot; ten on top, and Bep provided a batc o preandards.

    t for Peter, Margot and me, and a bottle of beer for eacs. And once again everytty pictures glued to t, the holidays passed by quickly for us.

    Anne EDNESDAY, DECEMBER 29, 1943

    I  nigo me once more.

    Grandma, o Grandma. tle ood erest sook in everyt concerned us.

    And to t all t time serrible secret. * [*Annes grandmoterminally ill.] Grandma was always so loyal and good. S any of us down.

    ever ter uck up for me. Grandma, did you love me, or did you not u