From Christmas to New Year, French schools have a two-week holiday, and foreigners and classmates from Hong Kong all go home for the festival, while those from Taiwan go to their boyfriends' places in the Alps. The dormitory is empty, I called Xiaodan and Bobo back in China, then went to the supermarket to buy enough food for myself for two weeks, preparing to spend the holiday alone.
Montpellier is quite cold at this time, leaves fallen everywhere, a cool breeze with a hint of moisture blowing through, but I feel the chill mostly because I am alone for the holidays. When I walked back to the dormitory, carrying my bags, I swore to myself, "Next year, I must be thriving with a happy and prosperous family!"
Just then, light snow began to fall, fluttering gently onto my face and body. I looked up and some flakes even got into my eyes, melting and then trickling out, warm.
Suddenly, someone asked, "What have you done? It never snows here. What did you do to make it snow?"
