I must have missed this when Anne Frank’s birthday happened back in 2009. Some enterprising soul age enhanced her photo to how she would look at age 80.
There is a sort of sadness in this act. People want to know what the most famous victim of the Holocaust would have looked like had she lived. And of course, she did not live. We are not even sure if she would have been famous had she lived, which is one of the central ironies of her fate. But one can never know. Was the diary a fluke, propped up by tragedy and history, or the beginning of a writing career?