Question

Write a letter as a friend to Anne Frank.(TheDiaryOfAYoungGirl)

Answer 1

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hiiii my best friend Anne. how are you? hope will be good . and what's about your diary writing .

There are some books you read that you like, and some that love, and some that you adore. And then there are books that are separate from the rest – books that burrow down deep into your consciousness and stay there, festering. Books that change the way you think, the way you act, the way you see the world, that change who you are. You don’t come across too many of these books in a lifetime. The rare few that you do, I believe, are typically read early in life. The young mind is more open to suggestion. And your book, Anne, is even more unusual. Because you never really intended to write a book, did you? Let alone one that would shape the world. Then again, I suppose I never really intended to read your book, let alone be shaped.

It begins at age seven. I found you on my parent’s bookshelf. I remember running my hands across all the spines – I’d just read a fantasy novel where the girl did that, and the one that stuck out taught her how to cast spells. All the other books were big and serious, no pictures, no colors, just thin pages and tiny text. Yours was small – it could almost fit in a coat pocket. It had a picture of you on the cover. You were pretty. Not pretty in a Marilyn Monroe, Scarlett Johansson, Hollywood way – that would’ve scared me. You were pretty in the nice kind of way. You smiled with your eyes. I looked behind me, pretended I was committing some unspeakable crime for the sake of excitement, then stuffed your little book under my shirt and ran upstairs to my bedroom

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Answer 2

Question:

Write a letter as a friend to Anne Frank.(The Diary Of A Young Girl)

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Dear Anne,

I hold your diary in my hands,and I feel as if you are speaking to me from years past.You are telling me how much it annoys you that the van Daans are always quarrelling.You are whispered sadly that you think you will never become close with your mother.Your scream rings in my ear,and the echo tells you are tired of crying yourselves to sleep. And it tears my heart in half. Thank you for speaking to me.Thank you for your Diary. Thank you for your legacy you have left the world for me.

Whenever I despaire,on consider giving up your voice will be whispering and your dreams and hopes because they are mine also.Anne you needn't worry this times when you felt no one understood. Because,dearest Anne,because your kitty understands.

Jisso Choi