Okay, story time.

  So, I've never been close to my father. He was always too stern. Too distant. His presence felt suffocating.

  He wasn't a good father. He wasn't a good husband either. And the older I got the more I came to understand how unhappy he made my mother.

  Not too long ago, it came out that he'd been cheating for almost twenty years. And, in fact, he had three children with this other woman, the oldest of whom is a boy somewhere between 15 and 17 as I understand it.

  My mother almost ran mad when she found out. And no that is not a figure of speech. Hell, I almost ran mad when I found out.

  For some reason beyond me though, she stayed with him. Refused to leave despite my advice that she should, and now, because he's just that kind of jerk I guess, he's dead. Died a few hours ago actually.

  He died in the house of the other woman, a place none of us have been to, or even know. And because of tradition and nonsense, his death is somehow more my mother's responsibility.

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  I'm not telling you guys this for your condolences. I'm not really feeling sadness. Or loss. Or grief. I don't think so anyway. What I'm mostly feeling is a strong desire to punch someone. But the someone I really want to punch is dead... I don't really know what to do with myself right now.

  Anyhow, um... since his death is still our responsibility, my mom as his wife and me as his son, and since I'm pretty much the only proper financial support my mom has, and since handling his body and funeral and such will cost literal millions in my currency, here goes...

  As much as I hate to do this, I need help. Financial help.

  If you can't, then that is perfectly okay, but if you can, then please, I beg you, whatever you can give will go a long way.

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  Again, if this will inconvenience you, then please, don't feel pressured. I understand how tight money can be, and you guys owe me nothing and have been incredibly supportive through the months I've been writing this story.

  Speaking of the story, I'm not stopping it. I'm not going on a hiatus. I will continue to write as much as I am able, this I promise you.

  Thank you all for your help. Thank you all for your support. I appreciate you in ways that is hard to put into words.

  Take care, everyone.