Oil on Linen [quote]“Last night I was lying in bed waiting for Father to tuck me in and say my prayers with me, when Mother came into the room, sat on my bed and asked very hesitantly: ‘Anne Daddy isn’t quite ready yet. Why don’t we pray together? ‘No, Moms*, I replied. Mother got up, stood beside my bed for a moment and then slowly walked toward the door. Suddenly she turned around, her face contorted with pain, and said: ‘ I don’t want to be angry with you. You can’t force love!’ A few tears slid down her cheeks as she went out the door.” —April 2, 1943[/quote]