Soundscape to ardor

I have always disliked winter. The winter i turned four, my father passed away in a car accident. Three years later, my mother commit suicide by jumping off a cliff to the north of the village. After that, i was under my uncle and aunt's care, taking only a family picture and my late mother's scarf with me. But the winter i turned thirteen, they were trapped inside a house on fire. Thinking back about that day, i can only remember hugging my youngest cousins, who had just turned five, listening to her desparate pleas, begging the firefighters to bring her mother and father back. They never did.
"Love breeds sacrifice, sacrifice gave birth to hatred, and hatred led to pain."