Sami

Thoughts
2001-11-09 19:09:22 (UTC)

Lovely

Oh, God, I've just had to marrige-counsel (is there such a
word?) my mother. I'm fifteen, for heaven sakes! But my
father is giving her such a hard time there's no-one else
she can talk to. I'm glad I can make her feel a little
better, but my God! the responsibility! It seems more and
more lately like I'm being forced into the position of
almost being my own mother. I read this in Anne Frank's
diary last night, and was suprised on how well it fit. She
was in virtual Hell, and I'm not, but the feeling is the
same:

"We're much too young to deal with these problems, but they
keep thrusting themselves on us until, finally, we're
forced to think up a solution, though most of the time our
solutions crumble when faced with the facts. It's difficult
in times like these: ideals, dreams and cherished hopes
rise within us, only to be crushed by grim reality. It's a
wonder I haven't abandoned all my ideals, they seem so
absurd and impractical. Yet I cling to them because I still
believe, in spite of everything, that people are truly good
at heart.

"...And yet, when I look up at the sky, I somehow feel that
everything will change for the better, that this cruelty
too shall end, that peace and tranquility will return once
more. In the meantime, I must hold on to my ideals. Perhaps
the day will come when I'll be able to realize them!"

I'm waiting, too. Waiting for next fall when I start 11th
grade at Camden High. Waiting to get my dl. Waiting until
I'm old enough to be in control. But I still believe in the
basic goodness of man.