I Love You, With A Love So

I Wonder If Anyone Can Ever Succeed In Making Their Children Content.

Ordinary People Don't Know How Much Books Can Mean To Someone Who's Cooped Up.

I Have Always Been The Dunce, The Never-do-well Of The Family, I've Always Have To Pay Double For My Deeds, First With The Scolding And Then Again Because Of The Way My Feelings Are Hurt.

Who Has Inflicted This Upon Us? Who Has Made Us Jews Different From All Other People? Who Has Allowed Us To Suffer So Terribly Uptill Now? It Is God That Has Made Us As We Are, But It Will Be God, Too, Who Will Raise Us Up Again. If We Bear All This Suffering And If There Are Still Jews Left, When It Is Over, Then Jews, Instead Of Being Doomed, Will Be Held Up As An Example.

Who Else But Me Is Ever Going To Read These Letters?