17 April, 1945848Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡLROdSppm7V
Dearest Kitty,
It's been long since I wrote to you. I was arrested by the green police on the fourth of August, nineteen-forty-four. We were sent to Auschwitz were me, Margot, and mother were separated from Pim. My long hair was shorn and my clothes were taken. We were given sack-like dress and forced into hard labor. Me and Margot were separated from mother sometime in October and the Nazis killed her once we left, we were sent to a camp called Bergen-Belsen. There, I've been getting thinner and became sick. Margot is sicker than I am. She can barely speak. I threw my clothes away because they were filled with rats and bugs. I cover myself with a blanket and it was cold. It was freezing. I lost hope, until British solders took over the camp and freed us on fifteenth of April, nineteen forty-five. After a request, a solder gave me a new notebook that I can write in but my handwriting is terrible now. I lost everything, I lost my parents, I lost my home, I lost my handwriting, everything except for my sister.
Your dearest, Anne Frank
20 April, 1945848Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡltgvYgu2Fx
Dearest Kitty,
I now lay in a hospital bed next to Margot. I often cough violently and a nurse puts a cold rag on my head, trying to keep me alive. The British solders and medical staff are trying to fight my fever, which has infected others in the camp. Margot can barely even speak because of a high fever but she can still smile to me. Janny and Lientje, two sisters whom me and Margot meet and befriended back at Auschwitz, come by to give us food and water. Margot and I can barely even move. I speak weakly and also move my arms weakly as well. Margot is too weak to move at all. I glad I can still write, although my handwriting is horrible. Yesterday, doctors and nurses bathed us in showers. Although they bathed us like babies, I had no reason to complain. It's been long since I took a hot shower, mud was no longer stuck between my toes. A nurse injected me with something called Lindane, which was used as a treatment to my scabies. I was given a blue hospital robe to wear. The bed I sleep in is very comfortable. The British are taking very good care of us, why did the Germans treat us badly, why?
Your Dearest, Anne
23 April, 1945848Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡIa2cN7skDR
Dearest Kitty,
I'm still ill in bed, but I have stopped coughing too much. I feel relieved that the coughing will not kill me. I still cough but not violently. I heard for the first time that the Russians are attacking the German capital of Berlin. I feel bad for the people who didn't do anything to support or help Hitler, they have to suffer in the attack. They don't deserve it, like no one deserved to go to the camps. Whenever I sleep, I have nightmares about my previous times here at Bergen-Belsen. I become scared when someone yells or screams. Whenever one dies here, I start to have bad memories. A British soldier fears that I may have PTSD. What do I do?
Your Dearest Anne,
P.S. I'm sorry I have only written little paragraphs. Due to my condition I have to get lots of rest, that means I can't write too much.
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