In no way am I attempting to compare my current situation to Anne Frank’s experience in hiding. Instead, I would like to point out the similarities, as well as the differences. Throughout the story, Anne tends to focus on things that may not seem very important, such as how one of the people she is in hiding with won’t give her cookies. “Except for the first week, I haven’t seen even one of the cookies he so generously promised me.” (p. 78.) While she is worried about this trivial matter, there are millions of other Jews who were not as lucky as her to have a hiding place, be together with their families, have access to indoor plumbing, have a steady food supply, have a bed to sleep in, etc. People were being taken from their homes, separated from their families, and forced into concentration camps. Even these people are not the ones who suffered the most, as millions were exterminated in the gas chambers. This seems to be something that many people these days are guilty of amid this quarantine situation, including myself. I find that humans in general are sometimes unaware of how unimportant their problems are, because there is always someone who is suffering much more. Many people complain about how the government is telling us to stay home, however it’s not like we can’t go outside and take a walk whenever we want to. We pity ourselves, even while there are people who actually have COVID-19 and are in the hospital on a ventilator, facing death. People often fail to realize that there is always someone in a worse situation. The irony of reading the diary of Anne Frank at this point in history is not lost on me. Both the story and the current state of the world have made me realize that I should be more grateful of how fortunate I am, as well as be more aware of not pitying myself because there is always someone whose circumstances are much worse than mine.