Dec. 22, 2015. There were at least six inches of snow on the ground and it was pitch black, yet the white snow still lit up the dark night. I remember sledding with my brother until we could hardly feel our fingers from the biting cold — then we went inside and sat by the fire, concerned about nothing but who was making the next mug of hot chocolate. My oldest brother was having his birthday party that night. He and his friends ran around our house and ate their pizza dinner, our house warm from the laughter of my siblings. That was, until everyone left, and my parents' faces turned stern. This was the night they would tell us the news. To read more, click the link in bio. #storybylarkinbrundige #artbysophielindberg #socialmediabysophielindberg