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Snowfalls, Fires, and Family by S.L. Strailo

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This is the discussion for my new posting Snowfalls, Fires, and Family.


They had been pulled apart, their mother slowly falling into her mind, when he had been six. But now their mother had died just a month before and her will had asked for them to come together at least one last time to get what she has left behind for them.

They thought they would walk away with a piece of liquidated estate and money for their own lives.

They hadn't expected to find themselves coming back together as siblings.

Some quick information on the story: I originally wrote this back in 2017. Before I got with my girlfriend (3 years this December 24th!), I decided that I wanted to do some holiday stories and post on Wattpad. 

This was one of them. This one kind of went different than what I wanted to go with it originally (lots of fighting and a not so happy  ending) but then I was finding myself in a better place mentally and emotionally. 

As for the story, it is fully complete. Two (2) chapters of Ten (10) have been posted and I'll post the rest of the chapters at least once every couple of days. The next couple of days I'm just going to let it sit for now and let others read. 

It seems you guys seem to like it so far? I hope at least. I hope to hear your comments, questions and suggestions! It all helps me to grow as a writer and editor!

Thank you. 

Quick edit: in the story there is talk of mental illness and the affects on a family. Nothing graphic but still...it does talk about it.

And yes, I had my name changed to S.L. Lewis from Rose Strailo. So kind of ignore the copyright name on past and current story please? Thank you.

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