Anne Frank Age Novels & Stories

she said, laughing. "Daughter?" I questioned, looking at Hannah. She was so young that I mistook her for a lady in her late twenties. "Ah, I see. She is still young. Maybe you should give her some time," I said, "you know the issue with teenagers," I said, smiling. ""Actually..." Hannah looked at me with a mischievous glint in her eyes, "Annie is twenty-seven years old," she said. "What?!" I exclaimed, scrutinizing Hannah again. How could she have a daughter who was... what should I call it? "I looked young, right? People often mistake my age," she said, laughing.

"I know, love. But right now, Bonnie isn't safe. My father is after her, that is why I left her with Myles, so that I can focus on you and Ari." She pouted her lips before she sighed and nodded. "I understand." She then followed me to my study and just sat on one chair while I went through some of the files that were sent. I had a full record of everything about the girls, but I only cared for their ages. Janna- 19 Joan- 18 Anastasia- 18 Zoey- 18 Alicia- 19 Isla- 18 Rita- 18

Hamida: “Don’t tell me sorry. Give me noodles, or shawarma, or cakes, or money.” She nodded her head like a child seeking a reward. Me: “Mmm, interesting. Talking about cakes, baby there are also cakes in the bag. Mind sharing with your baby friend?” Hamida: “I’m not a baby. I’m a big girl. I just want cake.” Ann: “Yeah, Hamida is actually a year older than me. She’s 21, and I’m just 20.”