Mali’s Secret Notebook

(If you can read this, you’re looking too closely.)

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.