Last week, while we spend a couple of days in Amsterdam, I visited the Anne Frank House with our eldest son Sam. It made a lot of impression to actually see the house of which he had heard during history lessons for real. So small and dark, realising she lived here for more than 2 years and knowing she moved to this hiding place when she was 13, just like he is now.
For me it felt special to share this visit with him. Counting our blessings for so much freedom.