The Westerkerk looks down upon the Anne Frank huis, it stands as a sign of faith. For Anne seeing the top half of Westerkerk through the annex gave her hope, for liberation. I can’t believe I’m sitting outside of the annex, walking the pavement the young Anne once did and where the Nazis once crept along to find yellow star-clothed people. It’s very sad yet at the same time inspiring and happy to read through Anne’s original diary. She was so optimistic saying at the end of the war she would write and become a published author. She was so young much like thousands of other children that lost their lives, and she loved fully and unconditionally every day. I can’t imagine being that positive locked up behind a secret bookcase in the top of an office building with blacked out windows because I couldn’t be seen. Her story is a heartbreaking truth that every human needs to hear, humanity was restored after liberation but Hitler’s reign should never be forgotten or ignored.