Diary Entry - July 12, 1952
Today is my 16th birthday, and I can’t believe how much has changed since the dark days of the war. Dad and I are living in Amsterdam again, and the sound of laughter fills our home now, which feels incredible after everything we've been through. I’m writing stories about my experiences; maybe one day, they'll help others understand what happened during the war. I dream of having a family of my own, filled with love and hope, and I truly believe that we can create a world where everyone is treated with kindness. I often think of my friends who didn't make it, and I promise to live my life fully for them.
Final Diary Entry - March 21, 2023
Today, as I sit in my cozy little study filled with books and memories, I can’t help but reflect on my long journey through life. I have lived a full and rich life, raising two wonderful children with my beloved husband, who always encourages me to share my story. The scars of the past still linger, but they have become a part of me, pushing me to spread hope and compassion in every corner of the world. I dedicate this final entry to all those who didn’t get the chance to write their stories; may their voices echo through generations. I hope that the future holds love and understanding, reminding us to treasure every moment we have.