Mali’s Secret Notebook

I’m hoping to find it when I clean! And yes, I’ve already said Amar Rabi Binyamin like three times. At least
(If you can read this, you’re looking too closely.)

Rosh Chodesh Nissan
It’s almost Pesach (again!). Can you believe it? I feel like I just cleaned my room, like, yesterday. (Okay, I was supposed to clean it. I didn’t. But that was yesterday. Today is a new day, right?)
Last year when I cleaned, I found some cool stuff, like my favorite banana-shaped pencil case which had been missing for six months. (That’s about 180 whole days I had to suffer without it. It had fallen behind my dresser.) I also found my favorite mechanical pencil (the sparkly one, but you know that because I used to write in you with it all the time). To be honest, and I’m always honest, I didn’t even know it was missing.
What do you think I’ll find this year, little notebook? (If only you could talk! It’s actually for the best that you can’t. I write some top-secret stuff in here.) Here’s what I’m hoping to find: the heart pendant from the gold necklace that Aunt Shulamis gave me two Chanukahs ago.
It’s so:
hugely
ginormously
incredibly
terrifically
horribly
amazingly
extraordinarily
(those are enough adverbs, right?! Wouldn’t Mrs. P., my English teacher, be proud?!) embarrassing that I lost it.
Part of the problem was that I didn’t know it was gold. Really. Isn’t everything just fake jewelry these days? It was only when we saw her on Pesach (last Pesach, that is) that she bothered to tell me.
How was I supposed to know that it was genuine solid 18-karat gold? Okay, Okay, I know, I should’ve noticed the 18K. It was engraved on the necklace. Oops.
By the time she told me it was gold, I’d already lost the pendant. When Aunt Shulamis asked where it was, I didn’t want to tell her the truth, but I also didn’t want to lie. (Didn’t I say I’m always honest?) So, I said, “It’s in a safe place.” Which it is. I just don’t know where that safe place is. Technical detail, right? I’m hoping to find it when I clean! And yes, I’ve already said Amar Rabi Binyamin like three times. At least.
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