Could you please check my writing?

When my father died, My relatives swarmed into our house, took me, who was in the kitchen, into a room with them and locked the door. Then they whispered all themselves about my mother. They just took me with them without any reasons for telling me nor advising something. They just spoke something secretly with low voices. There were neighbours snooping around outside and I could see my uncle cry out loud through the window. My younger brother, six years old, threw the front door open and asked loud where mother and father was. So I said to him. "Our father is dead." He seemed not to understand it. He just said nothing standing there. I said, "Mother might never come for us!" After my saying, he just never stop crying. I still don't know he did becuase he understood what I said or just cried without any reasons. My brother often would burst into tears loud without any reasons. I was just nine that time.