‘We didn’t know how to say goodbye. We walked from his house to mine and back again, just to be together a little while longer. Boys of twelve don’t promise to write to each other. We made jokes, because we didn’t know what else to do.’
This is the first known image of Peter, the boy she had a crush on. It was donated by a former boyhood friend of his. A short story about the friends can be read about halfway down this page.
The dairy is still one of the most powerful books I have read and seeing this photo and reading that line just reminded me of how real and sad it was.
