Anne Frank: When I began writing in my diary, I did not know if anyone would ever read my words. I wrote to survive, to give my fear a place smaller than myself. My diary was my friend, my voice, my proof that I still belonged to life even while death knocked at our door.I once believed my story belonged only to the past, to an attic sealed in silence. But … [Read more...] about Anne Frank & a Refugee Child: Voices Across War