Paragraph from my story.

My family was everything to me when I was fourteen. Years passed me by so fast and things changed. My brother Michael had an accident on an iced road one year. From that moment my life had no meaning. My brother Terry left and moved to France, my mother stopped embarrassing me and resorted to arguments with whom ever she could pick a fight with. My father began to drink and soon never left the house. Three years later it was just me, my father and my mother left. Things still never went back to the way it was, but their wounds began to heal.