Living in Malta:

             The Worst Thing So Far

 

 

This has nothing to do with living in Malta; it could happen anywhere. But it happened and it upset me.

 

About a week after we moved to our place, an important piece of jewelry went missing after some workers were around.  Could I have misplaced it? Of course. Do I think I misplaced it? I don't think so.

 

There wasn't much I could do.  I told a few people and I got a few opinions: This could never happen; go to the police; it will probably show up.

 

Well, it hasn't shown up; I didn't go to the police--but yes, these things can happen anywhere.  If I find it, I will be the first one to tell whoever that I was a jerk.  But I especially felt bad because I was new here and...it happened.  At any rate, the jewelry is gone.  I'm moving on from the episode.  And as my mother would have said, "This should be the worst that should happen."  And she's right.

 

Comments

[Sennuwy (an ancient Egyptian name)]

Thanks, Katie, I can tell you understand. It was a ring that Mr. S gave me. Last time I looked, Egypt wasn't wearing it, but maybe she ate it and it will show up---Ilene

[Katie]

Oh how awful! I am so sorry to hear. I hate when things like this happen, my mind races, I go on a mad search and try to solve the mystery and I am one who has trouble trying to put a missing item behind me. My hope for you is that Egypt is wearing your fine piece trying to complete with all the other cats in Sliema. Sending you good vibes. I like your Moms thinking.
Katie