Books and Angels
One winter afternoon, when the snow was thick on the ground, an RV pulled up in front of our apartments. It was green and white, and on the side announced itself as the Bookmobile. Families braved the icy cold to squeeze inside, and browse the shelves in that tight space.
Mom took me to choose some books, and picked out a few for herself. I wondered how they managed to get bookshelves all along the inside of the RV. Books already had special power for me. I imagined living inside there, traveling and taking a whole library with me.
We took our books in, and I wanted to read, but was distracted by the siren call of deep snow on a sunny day. Mom relented, and took my sister and me outside. She handed me a large bowl, and told me to fill it up before we went back in. I was puzzled. She warned me to avoid the yellow snow, which she found way more funny than I did.
When we got outside, she found a clean spot, with undisturbed snow… and then she laid down in it. I thought he was crazy. She started flapping her arms up and legs. When she stood up—there was an angel in the snow. Soon, there were angels everywhere, as we three froze ourselves thoroughly.
Finally, hands shivering, I decided to find some clean snow for the bowl. I filled it up, picking out a twig or two, and took it inside.
Mom then performed magic—and turned the snow into ice cream. She poured a can of sweetened condensed milk over the top, and then drizzled it with chocolate syrup. We were already cold, my fingers were aching and red, but no ice cream ever tasted better.