my dad always tells the same story: winter of ´92
JFK airport: destination: guayaKILL, ecuador
...there she is, little homeslice. innocent as can be con su papito at the gate waiting to board a delayed flight. needless to say, how the weather teeth-chatters in nyc days before christmas. little homeslice is bundled up in her coat, hat, scarf, gloves and snowboots (the works). refusing to take any of it off, she sits hand in hand con su papito and looks out the ceiling high windows at the perfectly, snow covered city. what looks like vanilla frosting over a cake of love leaves her mouth wattering. finally getting the "ok" to board after waiting for what seemed like an eternity, they land 6 hours later to 100 degrees of memories...
pops- "ya janicita saquese el co, estamos en ecuador. aqui hace calor"
janice- "no papi. es cold. es cold"
...oh how i wish some things would never, ever change.
and thats just a little something of what will one day be my 1st published children´s book
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