Long story short, my cleaning lady's daughter was with her one Saturday. I had to go out to an important lunch date. At lunch I remembered taking off the diamond ring with 3 large diamonds on it (my mother's engagement ring), and failed to put it away properly. When I came home the ring was missing and they had already left. So I called her and asked her where she put it. She said she hadn't seen it at all. Anyway, I kept her as my cleaning lady and every month asked her to look for my ring.
About six months later after almost getting an ulcer from worrying about that ring, and tearing up the house to look for it myself a few times, I decided I was going to have to just clench my teeth and tell my mother. But before, I wanted to write down how I was going to break the news. I had just written "Hi, mom" and I heard the voice say, "Don't worry you will find it when you move," along with a vision of the top drawer of a small dresser across the room. So of course, I went to the drawer and took everything out piece by piece until there was nothing left except an antique brass screw that went with the dresser. Nothing else. So I piled everything back into the drawer.
Another 4 months go by and I'm still sick with worry. So I sit down on the sofa again to write out what I was going to say. Again all I wrote was "Hi mom," and the same thing happened. First the voice, "Don't worry, you will find it when you move." And the same vision of that top drawer. Again I tore through that drawer, and nothing but the brass screw.
Now 15 months total had gone by and I was finally moving after 9 years in that apartment, and when I took out everything in that drawer to put in a black bag to make the dresser lighter, there was the diamond ring, and the brass screw had disappeared. You may want to say the cleaning lady just happened to put it in that drawer after finding that her daughter had stolen it. That would have been nice, except why turn around and steal the brass screw?
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@Tiburon
