I had a family a long time ago, at least before I was eighteen years old. I had a happy home, a car, a house, and most importantly, a family. The subsequent story is a random arrangement of fate. On the road to travel, my parents drove into the darkness due to fatigue while driving. They drifted farther and farther on that dark and rugged road, and finally reached the world from which they could not return.
So I lost my home. There was no need to rescue the car at home from the cliff. The people at home were silent in the darkness and couldn't find the direction to go home.