Dear Diary ,
Wednesday 8th July 1942, I was stood at the front door of my new home , which looked like dad’s office building. I was led up to the attic (which was now called the secret annexe ) by a lovely lady called Miep Gies . Walking up the dreadful stairs, I felt anxious and down cast, we entered our home. It was clean and full of our furniture, it was quiet heart warming . To make it my own room, I stuck pictures on the wall . Miep warned us that we had to be quiet between 8:30 to 12:30 and then 1:30 to 5:30 which was quiet boring, sitting at the table and not exploring our new place . Well I found the attic which I am writing from .