In the first few chapters of Anne Frank’s diary she talks about being glad she has her diary Kitty to write in, because she does not have a real friend to talk to. She has many friend but no one who understands her, and who she can really be herself with.
My question to you: How do you define a real friend. What is the difference between having a real friend and just being friends with someone? What would someone have to do for you to consider them a real friend? Do you think anyone considers you a “real friend”?