I'm complaining!

I hate it. I hate it when she talking about my father. She talking cheerfully such as everything that happened yesterday was nothing but a sweet memory. It seems like that I’m the only one still mourning and regretting the past. Stop it, mother! Please. Couldn’t you hear that my heart is crying in tremendous pain? Its feel like my heart is ripped off leaving a big hole in my chest. I hope that my silent prayer is going to reach you this time.