Page 3 - Lockdown Literature Bk

MY DEAREST ANNE,
Today marks the 85th day of ‘lockdown’ since a terrible new disease came to
the United Kingdom.
The coronavirus threatens the wellbeing of our lives and, like you, we all had to go into hiding from it. At the beginning, it was exhilarating and everyone enjoyed the idea of a little time off, away from school; however, it started to affect the things we love to do! Trips and holidays are cancelled, school, birthday outings and plenty more things. Thousands of people have lost their lives or are confirmed with the fun-sucking disease. 296,857 people in the United Kingdom alone have had or currently have the virus and tragically 41,736 unsuspecting people have lost their lives to COVID (it’s nickname). However, reading your diary makes me think that your sorrow was much deeper than mine. 1“Dead people receive more flowers than the living ones because regret is stronger than gratitude.” Sometimes I make memories before they even happen, just to pass the time, did you ever do that? Wondering, what would happen, what would you have done after coming out of hiding? You would think this situation and people would get better; we would learn to work together to make harmony across the globe. However, things have taken a turn down the WRONG road; a man was killed. His life was ended because of the colour of his skin. I can imagine that you understand this inequality as when you went into hiding, Jews could not even breathe the fresh air without being dragged away to the concentration camps.
Although my situation is not the same as yours, there are some similarities, like when your freedom is stolen, and the slice of your liberty is lost. We also experienced food shortages for the first time since World War 2. I can also feel the emotion when things are lost, and it is too early for them to go... To fill the hours, I have been writing in my diary, like you, and reading EVERYTHING on my bookshelf! Things are difficult but we are going to get through this as 1 nation, at least, I hope with all my might...
From your friend across the years,
Sophia Johnson
Xoxo
Anne Frank