Thrown out of home at 15

I deserved it I was a real arsehole then and being out on the streets my know all attitude disappeared rather quickly. But stayed proud another fatal flaw in my lifestyle at the time, could never admit I was wrong. Which in hindsight, should've been rarely was I right. Just because I believed it doesn't make correct. Got into trouble and sent to a rural camp for delinquents as family didn't want me back. It was the making of me the head councilor was a no-nonsense type, overtime I learned I didn't know everything rarely anything in fact. Once I came to terms with my total lack of knowledge. My whole outlook on my life changed for the better, I knuckled down and started learning to do things that would give me skills for earning my way thru life. Being in the camp I was away from the traps most young people fall into (drugs, alcohol and sexual abuse). By the time my sentence was completed I was well aware of my own abilities and shortcomings. My arrogance was replaced with a self-confidence in my abilities and a clear vision of my path forward thru life. I was given a job by a friend of the head councilor, who I respected very much. I worked hard and my future grew stronger, not into drugs rarely drank alcohol and got lucky rarely sexually. But I liked to play the lottery and then my numbers came up. I was now set for life as they say, third highest prize, ever at the time. I decided it was time to reunite with my family and make-up for all the troubles I'd given them. Both my parents were still living in the old family rented home along with my only sibling a younger sister. But their lives had taken a beating as they say, father was very ill (cancer) and my mother wasn't much better but could get around by herself unlike my father. My sister was their carer. The house was up for sale unoccupied, they were hoping for some government help. Then I arrived, at first, they were worried I would cause them more problems. But quickly realized I'd changed quite a bit, to when they last saw me. My first action was to move them in with me in my new home bought with some of my lottery money. Hired help to support my parents and got them better treatment for their ills. My sister was still their main carer, but at least now she got a break you could say. All were told of my lottery win, my mother's health improved quite a bit, my father was more comfortable the best that could be done. My sister hadn't finished school had left to look after our parents. But at least she was required to be with all the time anymore. Sadly, my father died just over a year later, my mother's health was stable allowing her to enjoy life again somewhat. My sister and I were very close and we'd become lovers, with me getting her pregnant shortly after the passing our father. Now years later, we all still live together and have 4 children all perfectly healthy. Mother is still with us and loves her grandchildren. The only thing I would change if I could, is our I treated my family before I was thrown out. Otherwise, I'm very happy with life as it is now.