Where is my heaven?

As soon as I get close, I heard screams and curses flying around in the living room. It was a quarrel between a man and a woman. I hate that man, because of him, my home turned into a battlefield. He turns my quiet, cold home upside down. Glass shards, expired food and trash have covered the floor for so long, until I've forgotten the color of the tiles.

That poor woman is my biological mother, whom I hold no feelings for. I'm amazed at myself that I can observe their quarrels for so long and I still don't feel anything. Neither do I resent them, nor I love them.

All of a sudden, I remembered my late father's parting words,

"Yuri, you must remember to continue love your mom and uncle. I know you don't love them, but love them."

I am confused by what he meant. You know I don't love them, you're telling me to love them..
Hmmm...
As I was thinking, I fell asleep on my soft little bed...

Action precedes feelings. Make this your heaven.

WHAT!? What was that?
Father is that you?
You want me to show love to those I hate? You believe I can make this my heaven?
No, I can't do this alone, Father!! I need you!!

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