As the pen flew across the page, Anne thought about what to write in her new journal. She had received it for her birthday. She and her family were in a secluded place in Amsterdam. She had already spent two years writing notes about her life in the “house at the back” which was some rooms attached to her father’s office. It was closed off and converted into a hiding place. For two years, her family friends helped and supplied provisions.
14 June 1942: “I hope I will be able to confide everything to you, as I have never been able to confide in anyone, and I hope you will be a great source of comfort and support.”
They celebrated Anne’s 13th birthday shortly after they moved into their hideout, the Secret Annex. Among the presents was a small notebook. It was something she really wanted. Her parents let her pick one out herself in a bookshop.
She decided that since that she couldn’t have a close friend in the hideout with whom she could share her feelings, she shared them with that notebook, which she christened Kitty.